Sleeping With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Shanice loved them so much that she carefully kept them all in her pocket. Her smile froze upon seeing Shanice like that. Once, Jordyn had been just as enthusiastic as Shanice in everything Celeste did. But it was all in the past now. That night, Shanice insisted on sleeping together with Celeste. Beck turned to Celeste, silently waiting for her take. She agreed to it. Thus, Shanice snuggled into her warmth, looking content. They were technically sleeping together—just under the same tent. Besides, they slept separately in their own sleeping bags, so there was no way Shanice could get Celeste to cuddle her tonight.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

They only let go to catch their breath. "Okay,I have to leave now my love but I don't want to." Beau said. "I know." "I will stay a little longer till you fall asleep." He started singing to her again and she was dozzing in no time. "Beau," she said as the song came to an end. "How come I was never good enough to fight for?" Unbeknownst to her, she had said the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard. It was also a splash of cold water into his face. She had finally broken him.

The tears came unbidden, a silent storm that washed over her, leaving behind a trail of heartache and unanswered questions. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Lily succumbed to the weariness that had settled into her bones. Sleep, though elusive, finally embraced her in its tender arms. The night unfolded in a blur of restless dreams and fleeting moments of solace. As the first light of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, Lily stirred from her restless slumber. The reality of the breakup hit her afresh, sending waves of sorrow crashing against the fragile walls of her composure. The apartment, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, echoed with silence and the haunting memori

I had been rolling on the bed for hours and it had nothing to do with the bed which was so soft it felt like I was sinking, neither was it the weather which was perfect, it was the fault of a certain human. The last time I had lost sleep was when my heart was broken by my then boyfriend in 11th grade, I had caught him kissing a girl in the library and when he saw me staring at them with wide eyes, he told me he couldn't imagine kissing me and that he didn't even. like me. I had gone home and cried throughout the night, it had hurt so much that it had kept sleep far away from me. But since then, I took my sleep seriously. Until now.

Faint smile appeared on his lips. “Anyway,” I murmured, “there is always an ending in every craziness. Just like in my case, I’ll divorce my husband after five months.” Krrkllllsssss! The loud sound of the breaking glass snapped me out from the drunkenness. I looked at the guy who accidentally broke the glass beside him as he stared at me with widened eyes. “You… You will divorce your husband?” he stammered and gawked at me as if his whole life defends on my answer.

Chapter 6 Eli's POV The sound of table clock was suddenly too loud today. Everything seemed to irritate me. The sound of the clock, a random frog croaking outside my window and the feel of the bedsheets against my skin. I knew the reason why and it lodged behind my throat like a bitter pill.

"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.