Requiem Of A Broken Heart の小説・ストーリー

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!"

I felt my heart break into a million pieces when my knees dropped to the cold floor. I was damaged goods and he did this to me, he made me this way. He broke me beyond repair. I wanted to numb all of this pain; the violent pound in my heart, my torn organ leaking out of my chest and my soul ripped from my body. Everything that I was, everything that I am was no more. He had not only broken my heart but my trust, my willingness to love another again and my soul.

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

A sound so small, delicate even—but heavy enough to break a thousand pieces inside me every time it echoed. People always say funerals are quiet, but they aren’t. They’re filled with breaths being held, throats forced to swallow, hearts breaking with such intensity they hum like electricity. The air moves differently around loss, thick and stubborn, refusing to pass through your chest without scraping something raw inside. I stood between rows of black umbrellas and dark suits, the dull sky threatening rain but refusing to give even that comfort. And across the grave… was Damien Evan Ramos. I’d seen him before in the hospital, at the wake, but never like this.

“If we can’t secure this system, we’re dead in the water. They’ll have full access to everything we’ve built—every military operation, every secret project.” Eva’s eyes flicked to the side of the room, where a series of encrypted files lay open on one of the terminals. Something about them caught her attention. She moved toward the terminal, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she accessed the files. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name on one of the documents: *Project Requiem*.

“Do you know what it feels like to grieve someone who hurt you?” Damian met her eyes. “Yes.” The word was simple. Heavy. She searched his face. “Then you know why this feels unbearable.” “Yes.” She pressed the letter to her chest. “I hated him,” she said. “And I loved him. And when he died, I thought the world would finally leave me alone.” Her voice dropped. “But it didn’t. It got louder.” Damian took one step closer but stopped himself. “You survived something brutal,” he said. “And you weren’t allowed to fall apart while it happened.”

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

"Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel."- Tupac Shakur Faiths POV Three years since that incident. The incident where I lost my so called love The incident that changed my life The incident where I lost myself *Flashback* (This was after she received the news of her miscarriage) I woke up feeling sore again and I forgot where I am till I looked around. Soon all the memories came back. Andrew in bed with Natasha naked. Andrew calling all sorts of name.Woke up in a hospital. Doctor telling me I lost my baby and me having a mental breakdown.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”