Ne Heartbreak Novels & Stories

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

Their faces were a mixture of shock and surprise, never expecting to look up to find me watching them f**k. As I stood there, my eyes locked on their form, horror coursed through my veins. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight of Devin's naked body intertwined with that of the other woman. It was an image that seared into my mind, etching pain and betrayal deep into my heart. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, each beat causing excruciating pain. A loud sob escaped my lips, the sound a raw manifestation of the fire burning in my chest, reducing me to ashes. Was this what heartbreak felt like? I never imagined it could be so agonizing.

The once inseparable duo was embarking on separate paths, one nursing a broken heart while the other was blissfully exploring newfound love. Jane's first heartbreak was an introspective journey, a painful voyage into the depths of her heart. It was a testament to her unspoken love for Mike, a melancholic symphony of her high school years. The journey was a heartbreaking yet pivotal chapter in Jane's life, propelling her towards an uncertain future, nudging her out of her comfort zone. Amid the heartache and unrequited love, Jane was slowly finding her strength, her voice, and her path.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

His precious heart had been broken. I hugged him so tight, if only I could take away the pain he was feeling. If only I could mend his broken heart. If only I could bring back Nevaeh and his unborn baby, I would. He was hurting so much. "Please stop crying." I said, unable to stop myself from crying too. No wonder why he said God was dead to him.

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

"Why do you hate me so much? The more you hate me, the more I love you and want to conquer you." "But I don't love you!" Halsey spat. "Then, who do you love? Mr. Lane? I heard you two have broken up." "That's none of your business!"

Cele sniffles. "W-what? I'm... My heart isn't..." "Oh shush, anyone can see that you are heartbroken Phoebe. It's obvious in the depths of your eyes and lack of a smile as of recent." Minnie sighs as she rubs my arm comfortingly. "Yeah, you look more heartbroken then my sister when One Direction broke up." Cele adds in, causing me to giggle through my sadness. "Well... I am heartbroken. But he's never coming after me... We're over f-forever." I sigh, blinking and wiping away at the tears that are automatically resurfacing at the thought.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

Her hand still holding mine. And softly whispered toward the Silence: “You were only trying to protect everyone from heartbreak.” The Silence trembled weakly. The network quieted. And finally The cold voice spoke not like a system. But like something wounded. “We were tired of watching love die.” My chest ached painfully. Because maybe that was the saddest thing in the universe. Not evil. Exhaustion. The kind of heartbreak that convinces people never feeling again is safer. Lila’s tears fell quietly.