Novel & Cerita Ne Heartbreak

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

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.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

But his neck was right there—open. I gritted my teeth, headbutted him, and rolled, flipping him underneath me. My knee crushed his windpipe. Blood smeared my shirt. My knuckles ached. The circle had tightened. I was panting now. Not tired. Just… finally excited. A burst of gunfire lit the room in strobe flashes. Not aimed. Meant to scare. It didn’t. In the chaos, I heard glass breaking in the next room. Reinforcements? Or just theatrics?

Marriage wasn’t something I believed in after I saw what happened between my parents, but Neriah redefined everything. When it’s her turn, she speaks in that trembling, honest voice that always reaches the deepest parts of me. “I didn’t think my heart could survive everything I went through,” she says quietly. “And yet, somehow, it did because it found you. You were there when I was broken, saving me every single time I was at the brink of death. You didn’t fix me...." She laughs softly, "You held me and that was enough to make my broken heart fall for you."

I’d been so lost in the warmth of the moment that I didn’t even care about it. However, now every word in that message felt like a slap to the face. I wiped my tears, forced myself to stand up, and stumbled out to the nearest pharmacy. I swallowed the bitter pill, my heart turning to stone as I walked back to my empty room. I lay down, staring at the ceiling, replaying the past ten years in my head. Ethan and I had been neighbors since we were kids. His father was a powerful mafia Don, and most kids were too scared to even talk to him, but not me.