N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Her heartbreaking into a million pieces. She broke him. She broke him again. I*******m- Buee_Dreams64

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again.

I had no answer to her question. "Will you sulk over your heartbreak like you did with Paula and drink your sorrows away?" She asked. "I don't know to be honest. I just hope I will never fall in love again with anyone. Because I seriously don't want my heart to break again. The pain is real and intense, just knowing that the one person you love is smiling because of another, is shattering." I whispered. "Then how about you invite her to stay with us in the palace?" She asked surprising me.

After a long pause, she spoke in a trembling voice, “Grandma loves you, Nathan. But I can’t force your mother to change her mind. "Before she was your mother, she was first my daughter. "My daughter has been hurt beyond measure by you and your father. Don’t you think I feel heartbroken about it? "When she came back, I was so devastated, and now she’s finally starting to heal. How could I push her back into the abyss? "So, I’m sorry, Nathan. Go back with your father." My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 3 Y E A R S L A T E R NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] Three years ago I got my heart broken for the first time. It was the worst and best experience of my life. To say that the breakup was brutal would be the understatement of the century.

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

Sitting up, my pulse quickens. Calum wrote me back. My baby replied. I can’t see the content of the email from the notification bar, but the subject is the same as what I’ve been using: Letters to my love. My fingers tremble as I tap on the email. God, please. Just this one thing. But God has forsaken me. What is heartbreak? Heartbreak is nineteen words from the boyfriend you haven’t heard from in over a month. As I reread the content of Calum’s email, I know I’ll never be the same again.

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

The cologne Ethan used to borrow without asking was missing. “No…” He gripped the edge of the dresser, his breath catching in his throat. This wasn’t just a moment of space. Nathan had left. Without a word. Without a goodbye. Without a fight. Ethan’s legs gave out and he sank to the floor, his back against the wall, his chest heaving like it couldn’t decide whether to sob or scream. All around him, the silence roared. This was what heartbreak sounded like. Not yelling. Not violence. Just… the sound of someone not coming back.

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.