Sleeping With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Amara’s POV The city never slept, but I felt like I had. Not the kind of sleep that healed. The kind that numbed. A heavy, dreamless state where my body collapsed because my mind couldn’t take any more. And now, sitting in the corner of my apartment with the curtains drawn, the world still turning outside, I wondered if I’d wake up from this in one piece. My chest ached, not in the dramatic way of novels and films where heartbreak is beautiful, noble. No. This was ugly. My heart didn’t break clean; it shattered into sharp, jagged fragments that kept slicing deeper every time I breathed.

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.

Rhonda was still awake when he got in, wearing one of his shirts, smiling sleepy from the bed. “Feel better?” she asked, pulling him down beside her. “Yeah.” Lie. He kissed her slow, let her roll on top, let her ride him gentle and sweet in the dark. She came whispering his name like a secret, and he held her after, staring at the ceiling while her breathing evened out. His body ached in many different ways— but what hurt was his broken heart.

"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.

Sophia definitely knew about my allergy, and an embarrassed expression flashed across her face. She reached out to help me, but I brushed her hand away. Once I returned home, I began running a high fever. Since I remained cold and distant, Sophia seemed to harbor resentment as well. After I took my medicine, just as I was drifting into sleep, Adrian knocked on our door. "Soph, I'm having trouble sleeping..." In my hazy state, I felt Sophia get up beside me. A little while later, I heard her soft voice sing in the guest room.

Didn’t care that my heart was shattering. I slid down the wall, my body folding in on itself. My fists were clenched, my chest hollow, my mouth open in a silent scream. “You promised me,” I whispered, even though he wasn’t there to hear it. “You said I was your future…” My sobs cracked against the white tiles like glass. He’d kissed her. He’d smiled. And I broke. I whimpered in my sleep, still caught in the dream, gripping something warm and steady. Something that didn’t feel like goodbye.

She has been in my life for such a short time. It's after midnight and I've given up trying to sleep. Each night is longer than the last and I can't control my heart any longer. I need my mate. I know I hurt her. I'm hoping that charcoaling my face and giving her time has dispelled some of her anger. A broken heart is different. I saw it in her eyes and I have no idea how to fix it. I gave her away.

"Behind my smile is a broken heart, behind the laughter, I'm falling apart. Behind my eyes are tears at night, behind my body is a soul to fight." *** The darkness of the night made everyone fall asleep so soundly, resting for a moment about the body, heart, and thoughts that sometimes do not go together. Maybe some people don't need a short break, but behind someone who doesn't need it, there are still many people out there who even wish they could rest. Even in the streets, because sometimes there is a house that doesn't deserve to be used as a place to rest for a moment.

he added, on sensing my discomfort. His voice was so vulnerable that it was giving me a heart ache, not because I still have some kind of soft corner for him, but rather I know how it feels, I had been there, with countless nights all ending in nightmares, which won't let you sleep, and how you need someone to hold onto, but you know there is no one, absolutely no one. It's just you trying to hold together your broken pieces in the middle of the night, when every other being is sleeping soundly.

I can feel my heart breaking, a terrible loss made physically manifest. As a common courtesy, I think after Evander agrees my divorce plan, I’ll have to ask him to refrain from sleeping with Mira– If only so I can spend the last couple days until the inevitable Rejection Ceremony in something other than excruciating pain from our mark. I eventually manage to fall asleep, and drift into a bitter, dreamless sleep with a broken heart and a Mark that feels like it’s being burned off my skin. The next morning, I roll out of bed and look around blearily. My arms ache without being able to wrap around Evander.