Rekindled Heartache Novels & Stories

“Match me. In. Out. The bond is back. It’s not leaving. Just breathe through the rush.” I tried. The first few attempts broke into gasps. Gradually the worst of the flooding intensity began to level—not gentling, but stabilizing into a fierce, continuous awareness of him that sat behind my sternum like a second heart. I could feel his pulse. I could feel the residual terror of the rejection days. I could feel the exact moment he stopped bracing for another loss and started believing the connection would hold. The rejection sickness did not vanish. It twisted, reforming around the restored bond like scar tissue forced to accommodate living tissue again. The fever spiked. The deep body ache fl

A small part of me will always love you but I need to understand and remember that the person my heart craves for was merely my imagination, conjured by my mind, he doesn't exist in real. My heart will always show an increase in its pace whenever I hear your name, it's almost a visceral reaction, a reflex, it may not be in a good way, it is mainly out of fear and....something else, I quite couldn't place this something else, it's a mix of emotion I don't have any name for. I am scared the wounds may have healed but the scar will remain engraved in my soul as a permanent damage.....it may not pain as much it did before but it is going to remain to always remind me of you.

he asked back, holding back his anger. She nodded her head with her heart crying. He gripped her face, making her look into his eyes with anger burning within him. “Don't you have a heart?! I love you with all my heart and you have broken my heart into small pieces. I am willing to forgive you even though your father killed my father. I will forgive what you did as long as you will come back to me. But you don't care about that at all,” he said in deep voice. “You played with my heart just to save your lover's life!!!”

It still kind of surprised her. Shaking her head to push back her thoughts, Diane adjusted her glasses and turned back to her papers. She tried to focus her gaze on the words. But the words soon became blurry as her mind wandered again. She thought of Nicholas. And that familiar pang of guilt, sadness and anger hit her chest. She thought of how he had tried to seek her out multiple times, asking for her forgiveness and asking her to return back to him. Each and every time, she noticed the dark circles und r his eyes that looked like he wasn’t getting any rest, the shadow of sadness cast on his face, the guilt and desperation in his expression. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to accept him ag

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

♥ It's sad to say, well even to think, but as it turned out the nightmare never ends, it just takes a break to then come back with renewed force and make our hearts race and our brains ache. Everything we live, everything we feel, a whole legacy is left... Absolutely everything is renewed, and it's up to the next ones who come to know how to make them tip for the good... or for the bad. I tried to bring my friend Maya back, for good, unfortunately I couldn't.

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Beau's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Beau doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don’t know how I’ll ever piece it back together.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

The ache of betrayal still lingered within her, and seeing his face alone reopened the wounds she thought had healed. The crack in her heart deepened, and with each passing moment, the weight of the past grew heavier. Selena had yearned for closure, for the pain to subside, but it seemed that fate had other plans. The mere sight of Lucas stirred a tempest of emotions within her, threatening to consume her fragile peace. Tears streamed down Selena's cheeks, silent messengers of the raw emotions she couldn't contain. They traced a path of sorrow and longing, evidence of the remnants of love and heartache that still resided within her.