Pieces Of Her Heart 소설 & 이야기

But her heart was shattered and hateness and vengeance was filled in her mind and bones. Danze was able to collect some pieces of heart but still some were still shattered screaming to be bind.

She didn't ask for her best friend to accuse her of something she had never intended for nor had she wanted Ronan to confess something so profound that even the slightest thought of it never crossed her mind. She didn't ask for any of this to happen when she left India and yet it happened. It so happened that the only face she detested the most now happens to be the only face she earned to see and worst of all the only person who swept her heart was the same person who reminded her of the very word pain. The entirety of the issue shattered her heart into a million pieces. She knew there was nothing she could do but watch herself break down. She didn't know how long she lay like that, lifeles

Tears streamed down her face, and her sobs wracked her body. In the solitude of her room, she let her emotions pour out. Her heartache and pain seemed unbearable, and her dreams of being with Reid shattered into a thousand pieces. She felt the sting of humiliation and regret for ever confessing her love to him. It was a deep and visceral pain she had never experienced before.

I never even imagine I would end up meeting a girl once, a strange one. All I know about her is her name, a non-specific address, her music, a subject she hates the most, and a habit. She has this weird set of cards she said her brother gave her before leaving her and went to college. I never really understand how she played it because 2 or more people played most cards. Those cards she had can be played alone. I thought that it was just like some tarot cards, but it’s not. All I know is that she has something she called “pieces,” and that’s when I realized she had played certain people around her hands, and that includes me.

One morning, or perhaps one evening, Kylie realized that, for the rest of her life, she wanted only Jonathan. Once that thought had taken root, she was bound to fall victim to heartbreak. That heartbreak reached its peak when Kylie discovered she was just a stand-in for Zoey. The overwhelming disappointment filled her, but no tears came. As Kylie walked out of the office building, rain began to fall. She hadn't brought an umbrella and walked aimlessly toward the subway station. The rain poured harder, soaking her hair and clothes. The wind blew cold, the rain seeping through her collar. Only then did Kylie feel the chill and wrap her arms around herself.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The clock ticked somewhere in the back of the room locking his jaw his palm met with the surface of desk with a loud thud as he rounded his body pacing around the room the shreds of glass break beneath his shoes. He couldn't kill her and he could never bring her any pain. She had woven a way through his heart that if he wants to remove her from his life he had to first claw at his heart to break the threads of her , threads of her smile, her eyes , her whole which were embedded deep in that pumping organ of his body and that would result him bleeding to death.

Her heart, once overflowing with belief and hope, was now shattered pieces of it. Tears flowed down her face, blurring the world around her. She didn't mind that her mascara was smeared, that her clothes were damp with the cold air. She didn't mind anything anymore. She had given him everything her heart, her trust, her love and he had discarded her like rubbish.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.