Serenading Heartbreak Novels & Stories

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

Serene looks shocked at what she has just witnessed. "Don't worry about him, Serene. He had nothing to say to me anymore," I say, trying to reassure her. "Miss, if I may, but you shouldn't be too hard on Mr Eugene," she says while placing my cup on my nightstand. I look at Serene, shocked. "Don't tell me you are also one of those girls bewitched by him?" "Oh, no, Miss. Not at all, Miss," she hastily tries to deny the fact, flustered and waving her hands in the air.

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

Selina stood before Nestor, her hand raised, looking up at him. The golden mask cast a cold light under the lamp, but the dark eyes beneath it, like an unmeltable ink pool, flowed with endless sadness. Their eyes met; neither spoke. "Nestor, I'm willing to be your friend," Selina said softly. Nestor's expression turned complex. "They say people who have loved each other can't be friends after they break up." Selina, whose mood had been dampened by Nestor's emotions, suddenly laughed.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

The frantic pounding of her heart felt distant, muffled, as though it belonged to someone else. The last thing she saw clearly was Seraphina taking one slow, deliberate step forward into the theater. Her voice reached Serena as though from the far end of a long tunnel, distorted and fading. "So much of this began with someone deciding another person could be sacrificed for the greater good." Another step. "I won't pretend that makes this forgivable." Serena could no longer feel her hands. Her arms hung heavy and useless at her sides. Only the frantic, irregular pounding of her heart remained — a desperate drumbeat growing fainter with every second.

She needs to know I mean what I am about to say. “You are not leaving. You are not going to blame yourself for anything that has happened or will happen from this point on. You are my pup and I failed you. I am so sorry Serenity. You have no guilt or responsibility for this. Not now, not ever.” I say as tears stream down my baby's face. I want to rip my own heart out seeing her like this. She closes her eyes and sobs as I take her hands in mine. “She’s your mate. I don’t want you to lose her. You love her. It will kill you. Change you” she says in a quiet broken voice.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

One side pulsed in the rhythm of the Heart— steady, warm, familiar. The other side throbbed with Requiem’s double-beat— chaotic, defiant, alive with infinite potential. Between them stood Seren, her light trembling, her voice the only sound unbroken. She closed her eyes. She let both rhythms crash against her. The pain was unbearable, but through it she began to hear something new— a third rhythm. One that didn’t oppose or replace, but danced between the two. --- The Birth of the Third Pulse