Sleeping With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

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.

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

"You're breaking my heart." "Broke my heart too, Reyes. So I decided it was time to take my broken heart, my broken head and finish off my broken body," she whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears. "I swallowed a package of sleeping pills with a bottle of rum… well a bottle of Malibu rum because I didn't have the real thing. I couldn't even manage to get suicide right," she said with a short, bitter laugh.

To have that be broken and and all your trust and everything that you guys have built be ruined, is the worst feeling that you could ever feel. Jack J did the exact same thing to Aubrey that G did to me. Jack slept with his ex girlfriend at the same party that I was at, had me walk in on him and then told me that he never cared for me. I wanted to die, I actually didn't want to be alive. I hated him but I hated myself even more for being stupid enough to think that he actually had feelings for me. Aubrey is probably feeling the same way I felt but maybe even worst since Jack slept with our best friend. But he also did say that he didn't want Ella and that she meant nothing to him. So hopeful

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!"

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.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."

He showed signs of extreme exhaustion and sleeplessness; his face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, while the sharp smell of wine emanated from his breath and the entire room, having completely blacked out his consciousness. ​Eileen stiffened in her place, feeling a burning lump choking her throat. She advanced toward the bed with very slow steps, barely touching the ground, and sat on its edge, contemplating his lost features. In his confusion and misery, she saw a great brokenness. Despite all the cruelty, injustice, and abandonment she had tasted from him days ago, and despite the hurtful words he had hurled at her at the hospital and in the phone call... her heart grew weak again.