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Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

Tears gathered in her eyes making her vision blur she looked down and two fat tears slipped down from her eyes while kissing her cheeks. "I'm so broken beyond repair. My soul has already died. As so my heart. When I don't have a heart, how am I supposed to love you back? How can I give the same amount of love that you are showering on me." There were tracks of tears on her face. Her voice was thick with tears.

Her lips moved but words failed her. "I know it's shocking but trust me I saw you suffering in one-sided love. I went through that phase as well. It's the worst type of love. Your good heart made me fall for you. I will shower you with love, I promise. Only a broken heart can mend another broken heart."

Each memory crushed me the more, bringing down more tears. I’ve never known what heartache felt like. I have only heard about it. But now I understood that even words couldn’t do justice to what heartache really was. It was destructive. Now I understood why people engaged in quite ridiculous actions because they were broken. I didn’t know what was keeping me from destroying everything I owned in this room.

Her broken dreams and the love that eluded her were painfully brought back to memory with every heartbeat. Her spirit seemed irreversibly damaged; it had previously been so strong and full of optimism. Her world's brilliant hues had faded to a dull gray, and the future she had previously looked forward to felt like a far-off dream. Alone to navigate the rubble of her broken existence, she was a woman adrift in a sea of grief, abandoned by the one person she had trusted with her heart.

She hugged her knees, her heart shattering in the quiet. They were both shaking, breaking. Two hearts torn apart by distance, silence, and words they couldn’t take back.

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be. He wasn’t my lover, but it felt like a breakup. The emotions swirling inside me were a jumbled mix of grief, loss, and yearning. Though we'd never been romantically involved, the connection I'd felt with him had run deep. Now, it seemed like that connection was severed, leaving me feeling bereft and disoriented. The sense of emptiness was palpable, as if I'd lost something precious. I struggled to put into words the depth of my feelings, but the pain was undeniable.

I noticed my eyes shifting first, almost as if she was seeing through them. The fragments of my broken heart felt like they were stabbing deep inside as I breathed in. It was like tiny shards of glass were grinding against my lungs. I couldn’t catch my breath; the sorrow was beyond words. It felt like my entire existence was on the line... like I was slipping away. My wolf whimpered, reflecting my anguish, but her emotions were even more intense.

His shoulders rise and fall rapidly with pent-up anger radiating off him. “I lost our baby. Didn’t I?” I pull back and look at him, using the back of my hand to wipe my nose. “Yes.” He hoarsely grounds out in English as he looks down at me with tears threatening his eyes. “No….” I cry out, and he crushes me to him. So he wasn’t able to ruin me physically, just emotionally destroyed me. My heart begins to feel heavy with heartache, and I can understand how a broken heart can be the death of you.