Requiem Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"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.

"I'm sorry, Isabel. I'm so, so sorry. I would give anything to turn back time, to choose differently, to hold you and Liam close and never let go. But all I have now are these empty promises, these shattered dreams, this... broken heart..." Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, Tristan pulled out his sword with a shaky hand. And with a guttural cry, he swung it at a nearby tree, the blade cutting deep into the trunk. He left the sword embedded there as its quivering handle was a testament to his anguish. The wound on the tree mirrored the gash in his own heart, the pain of loss and regret more than he could bear.

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

Derek informed, walking ahead of me. My heartbeat dropped in my stomach, as I stared at his back. When a wolf lost the will to live and suffered too much pain…he or she was prone to fall into an endless sleep and then there was no waking up. That was what Broken Heart Syndrome meant for us. The heart would slowly come to a stop, and then there would be eternal peace. I shook my head, refusing to let these thoughts settle in. She wouldn’t die. The positivity didn’t help the stupid ache in my eyes though.

"Because settling isn't in my vocabulary. Your betrayal is like a thorn buried deep in my heart. "Even if it tears me apart, I'd rather dig it out than leave it there, letting it stab me over and over again for the rest of my life. "The moment you couldn't control yourself and chose to cheat…we were already over." I did not look at him again. I turned and walked inside. Only after stepping into the house did I realize, in the chaos earlier, I had grabbed Cedric's hand. I quickly let go. "Sorry… I didn't notice."

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

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.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

Slapping a hand over my mouth, I squeeze my eyes shut and pray my husband cannot hear me and doesn’t burst into the room. My father, mother, and Rose are dead. Nate… Oh, my gods! Nate… Unable to suppress the flood of tears, an agonising scream is torn from my lips. Leaning over the basin, I place a trembling hand over my aching heart as it continues to break into a million pieces. My knees buckle, and I brace myself for impact, but before my head can hit the cold surface, Quenten bursts through the door. He catches me in his arms, brushing a shaking hand over my teary face with a look of concern blazing in his eyes.

he said. I coldly stared at him, as if I was looking at a stranger. "Our relationship had ended for quite some time. Why would I still keep the same password?" Adrian's eyes began to moisten as he said, "Sophia, let's get back together. I've completely broken things off with Flora. I'll give you the grandest marking ceremony! "I know you terminated our pup because you were angry. I don't blame you for it. We'll have many more pups in the future!"