Other Words For Broken Heart Novels & Stories

I didn't let her finish her sentence as I cut her off. “So you mean, if someone is quiet, they are broken-hearted? Can’t they just be thinking of something else or thinking of work?” I snapped back at her, “And Aeun, what do you mean by broken-hearted? Why would my heart get broken for a person I don’t even love?”

“NO! NO, please don’t be gone.” I allowed myself to wallow in self-pity, sobbing my grief into the empty room while tears poured down my face. I never felt broken until now. I guess I never fully understood the meaning of the word. The feeling of being utterly shattered, beyond any hope of putting back together. Like someone had taken a hammer to my soul and scattered the pieces so far apart they could never be found again. My baby. My baby was gone. Daddy’s baby. Gone. I don’t know how long I cried out my heart. Long enough that my voice gave out and my eyes dried up, too exhausted to keep functioning.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

“You told me that you were the one who broke up with him 3 years ago and pushed him aside. And yes, you told me that you regretted that decision up till today” “Honestly, I admire how you opened up to me and admitted the truth to me. And here's my own truth I can offer you. Move on”. “What!”. I exclaimed instantly, and didn't believe that she could say such a thing to me. “Do you know what you are saying? You want me to give up on Micheal? You want to let him and Adira have a happy ending? Then what about me? What about me, who got betrayed by both of them?”. I demanded from her, while tears streamed down my cheeks because of the pain I felt.

"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."

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

Like my family - shattered but still there. Like my marriage - broken but worth fighting for. Like my heart, destroyed but somehow still beating.

The sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood become a symphony of my shattered heart. As I exhaust myself, the reality of my situation sets in. The one I loved with all my heart has taken everything from me—my love, my trust, my happiness. Her betrayal has left me utterly broken, fragmented in a way that I never thought possible. I collapsed onto the floor, my energy spent, curling up amidst the wreckage.

Just like a fragile glass falling on a hard concrete ground and smashing into a million pieces. Pieces that will never be joined together. My heart had been broken like nothing else. It was shattered and drained, weary and hurtful. In pain and in agony. It felt as if all the crucification had fallen upon it. “Maya.” I called out the name of my love but got no reply from her. I was never going to get another word from her. She was gone. Gone? The word felt like a dagger. One that was constantly stabbing my heart. My breathing was shaky and my heart beat was slow,