Sleeping With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Her messy hair was tied into a messy bun and her nose and eyes were red from crying, and she had big bags under her eyes. She never imagined that one day she would cry or drink herself to sleep because of a man. She never imagined that someday she would be handed her broken heart on a silver platter, and yet here she was, lying on this bed with an immense ache in her chest. With every second that passed, she felt like her heart broke into smaller pieces and the small pieces were growing into deep pain. Talk about love metabolism.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

"A safeguard against the strength of their love. If they chose each other above all else, their bond would be unbreakable. But if doubts crept in, the pendant would shatter, symbolizing the fragility of their relationship." I clutched the broken half tighter. "So, the fact that it's broken now..." Morana interrupted, "Means your love is being tested. But it also means there's hope. If you can find the other half and mend it with genuine intent, your bond can still be saved." "But why can't I remember any of this?" I questioned, feeling overwhelmed. "Why does it feel like I'm hearing a fairy tale?" She gave a sad smile. "Because, dear Elain, your memories were sealed."

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

Hearts are made to be broken. Oscar Wilde. ****************************** Giovanni POV Waking up around one a.m due to insomnia had been a routine in my life but, the woman I encountered yesterday made it worst. I woke up with a gasp. sweat drips down my face even with the air condition in the room. I stared at the ceiling, unable to stand up from the bed because I was weak by the dream I just had It was that woman's voice. The woman whose face I couldn't see in the dream.

" After her subordinates heard her order and fled in horror, she pressed both hands against the wall, shaking violently as if all strength had drained from her body. "I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't know… I didn't know about that." Her voice became softer as she sobbed. "Wake up. I'll never lie to you again. We'll register our marriage right away. I'll never fool you again. Tom, please wake up, okay?" At midnight, the doctor finally came with the examination report. Staring at Yasmin, the doctor gradually said with a solemn expression, "The patient is out of danger now, but he's suffered a serious injury. He has multiple fractures, and his organs are badly damaged. The worst part is…"