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 Jacob'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 Jacob 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.

At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears. I still can't believe I had loved this man with all my heart yet all I got to return was disdain. I had lived my life to please him and yet all my efforts went unappreciated. “Why didn't you show me the SIGNS?? This man was about to betray me,yet how come did I not see it's coming?’’ I scolded my inner man, sobbing profusely. “Girl, are you talking about SIGNS??, what SIGN exactly are you talking about?...the ones you did not see when he never agreed to sleep with you on the same bed even after 5 ye

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse my fate all the time because you got hurt due to me you are thinking only your heart is broken infact hurting and breaking your heart made my heart to broken into uncountable pieces sobb the worst thing of anyone is acting like you don't care about the person you love the most you don't know how many times I tried to coax this broken heart . I went near her I don't know how to make her calm she is crying very painfully I lifted her in my arms and laid her on coach and said "please ash stop crying iam sorry iam a fool I was hurt so talked like that I love you ash I love only you please don't cr

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

*abusive content over* I woke up startled as this is the first time I am dreaming like this. This is a nightmare. But it felt more like a premonition. A premonition that I don't want to happen because if it does there will be nothing in me then. Like an empty vessel, I will always be broken beyond repair. That even death couldn't fix anymore. My face was sweaty and I drank a full bottle of water. Before taking a deep breath to calm my heart. I rubbed the tears away and wiped them with a tissue. Charlie is still sleeping in my arms. I noticed that we are at some stop. The chair next to me is still empty. "Excuse me" a cold voice of unspoken authority brought me out of my thoughts. Who I saw i

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.

When your heart is broken, there are no words to describe the feeling. You could describe the feeling of sadness afterwards, but not the actual heartbreak - because when your heart is broken, shattered even, by someone who was made for you, no words come to mind, no words can get passed your tongue. All you feel is an intense numbness taking over your body, no feelings could be felt, no sound could be heard, no scents could be smelled, no nothing. Just the knowledge that your heart is being broken and it may never heal.

I don't know how long we sat there sobbing to each other through a door, but sometime later I heard his heartbeats slow down along with mine and we both fell asleep againist the door. Asleep were two broken souls trying to mend there broken pieces together because of the mistakes of many and the mistakes they have made themselves.

Her heart seems to be breaking into pieces, making her feel numb. Midnight neighed, seeming to feel its owner's desolation. ****😳😢😳****