Sleeping With Broken Heart Novels & Stories

I made my bed on the floor and lied down, closing my eyes and trying to sleep. I did sleep for a couple of hours due to my health condition and the tiredness I felt. But then, I woke up all of a sudden as I felt suffocated. My family's words about me, whatever Raj said to me, and how the people important in my life broke my heart into numerous pieces, all of it rushed towards me at an instant and I felt overwhelmed by it. If Raj's words broke my heart, Bhaiya and Maa's words broke my soul, and right now, I was left, entirely broken.

Afraid of giving myself away, I retreated to the bedroom. Late that night, while Sarah and Ethan slept soundly, I laid in bed, unable to sleep. As I reflected on the years Sarah and I spent together, it was hard to believe that it was all a lie. Throughout our time together, she never complained about my late nights at work or countless unavoidable business dinners. Whenever I felt like giving up, I would think about how understanding she was and use that as motivation to work harder, feeling indebted to her.

Feeling a sore spot touched, he shot Sarah a dangerous look that made her clam up immediately. Ben noticed David and stumbled over, looking utterly dejected. "David, I got my heart broken," he slurred. Heartbreak happens to people every day, but few broadcast their misery as shamelessly as Ben was doing. David gave him a cool glance. "Mm-hmm," he grunted noncommittally. Ben continued, "Everything tastes bland now. I can't sleep. I can't focus on anything. All I can think about is her." David's grip tightened on the water bottle as he took in Ben's unkempt appearance and obvious weight loss. His eye twitched slightly.

His name still engraved on the wood trim of our bed. I dropped to my knees and put a hand over my chest. It hurt. It hurt so much I couldn't catch my breath. He cursed. He cursed. And now he was gone. Not dead. Not kidnapped. Just… gone. With some other woman. I curled my body around me on the ground and let the tears flow, silently and endlessly. And in that moment, I knew— He had broken my heart. But I would not let him break me.

In the past as a young adult, I’ve battled with the lack of sleep…a medical condition was what our physician termed it. I took potions upon potions until it got better, but right now I knew what was happening to me wasn’t a medical condition. Lyra’s abrupt rejection of my marriage proposal lingered heavy in my heart, keeping my eyes clear off sleep. No matter how much I tried to be understanding, it made no sense. My heart is broken. Shattered by the one person I’ve ever given it to. As I laid on my bed, my gaze was fixed on the unsettling shapes that the moonlight painted on my ceiling.

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.