Ne Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Nothing major. This is it. Rock. Bottom. Like, bottom of the Mariana Trench, level rock bottom. I’m a sentient heartbreak meme. My boyfriend is a cheating sex icon. My uterus is never going to see the creation of life. And the highlight of my week is that my little sister hasn’t died — yet. That’s where we are. That’s the bar.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

--- I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. My heart ached. A physical pain that made it hard to breathe. This was what heartbreak felt like. Real heartbreak. Not the manufactured emotion I'd learned to fake. This was raw and real and devastating. I closed my eyes and saw Aria's face. Her smile when she saw me in the morning. Her tiny hands reached for me. Her voice said "Mama." The word I'd never hear again. Then I saw Alessandro. The way he'd looked at me.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

With my fists wrapped in tape wraps, I went to work on the punching bag, hitting and grunting, hoping that I could work out all my frustration and the calories before Dad returned. ** I turned my headset on and scrolled through my phone for the perfect playlist. Contrary to everything that happened in school earlier, my disappointment with Theo, Kendall’s threat and Leo and Lea’s … well, those two are just plain weird, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to something dark, so I pulled up my Harry Styles playlist and tapped play. Look, don’t call me cheesy. I love Harry Styles, and if you find that weird, then so be it.

I deepened the kiss, molding my mouth to his, praying he would just let the anger go and give in to the fire. In truth, I was terrified. My heart was lurching in my chest like a dying bird. If he pushed me away this time, if he rejected me while I was this vulnerable, I knew I would truly break. The fragments of Ophelia Vitale would never be put back together again. But he didn't push me away.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

Of all places. Then the blurry flashes of last night came back. A bar, too much whiskey, and a girl whose name I never cared to learn. Her perfume had been heavy, clinging to my shirt, her laugh loud enough to drown out the noise in my head. A mistake, sure, but one I’d chosen. One I could shrug off, because sometimes you need to sink low just to breathe.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.