Tears From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My heartbreak feels cold. It's like concrete drying in my chest. Perhaps the worst part is that the heartbreak is unexpected, as is always is; top of the world one minute and cut down the next. I feel like my heart is literally cracking in two, leaving a massive, gaping hole in my chest. Tears stab at my eyes, making my vision go blurry, but Alex does not even notice, his eyes stamped onto his beautiful erasthai. I feel my heartbeat rising, and my breathing becoming shallower, but before the tears can leak from my eyes, I jump up and bolt away into the forest behind the shimmering lake. I keep running and running, sobbing quietly, before I trip and land face first onto the dusty forest floor

I was at work when I felt it. You know that one feeling when somebody close to you had died? It felt like a part of me was just torn; not complete at all. Like it would never be complete, ever again. I looked around the bar, trying to control the pain I felt. A broken heart is not a joke at all. I had never cried for anybody before, but this pain I felt in chest made me cave in. Erika was making one of the customer’s drinks when she turned my way. I wiped the tears from my eyes and continued working, not even glancing at her.

Avery washed her body real hard as she cried. She couldn't hold herself anymore. She has tried to act strong, but it isn't all that easy, and she's tired. She lets the tears fall down willingly as she washes her body hard. She should listen to him, but what does he have to say? She dropped the faucet and sat on the ground with tears pouring down her eyes. He betrayed her, he betrayed everything, their Love. Her heart is broken. It hurts her so much and she wants the pain to go away whichever way.

Her words struck a chord deep within me, and for a moment, it felt as though my heart shattered all over again. Tears streamed down my face, my hands trembling uncontrollably. The warmth of Olivia’s embrace contrasted sharply with the cold, hollow feeling in my chest. I pulled away from the hug, tears now flowing freely. My chest heaved with sobs, and I pressed my lips together tightly, trying to hold back the flood of emotions. But it was useless; the dam had burst, and there was no stopping the torrent of pain and grief.

For the future I had worked tirelessly to build—I had to break up with him. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to dial. The thought of breaking his heart, of shattering our world with a few faltering words, was more than I could bear. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as despair engulfed me, pulling me under its dark waves. I crawled onto the bed, hugging my pillow tightly, burying my face into its softness as if it could absorb the pain that consumed me. My cries were muffled but no less heart-wrenching as they filled the quiet of my room. The threatening note lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the agony of a heart being torn apart by forces greater than itself.

, she cried. And the thoughts I was spelled bound in broke as those large beads of tear made my heart clench tight. I felt a pang of pain in my heart and soul seeing her all hurt and broken that even because of me. Her every tear said a story of her agony making my heart sob with her. "I'm sorry. Please I do", I muttered in a low voice and she tsk.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

"These are love letters that I wrote for you in high school. I know that you haven't read them. I brought these with me today because I just wanted to say… "...that I will always love you." As he said that, his eyes turned red and tears flowed from his eyes. I wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Why are you crying when you're proposing? Shouldn't I be the one who's crying?" He looked into my eyes in an earnest and focused gaze. "I'm crying because I don't want to see you cry." He held my quivering fingers and slipped a massive diamond ring onto my finger. I felt giddy with delight.

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

Her fingers all tangled in his while his was pressed down on her lips, I watched as she shoved his tongue down his throat. My heart - it felt as though it'd just been rippled apart. A tear pricked my eyes and unable to suppress it, the tear fell off my face at the same time the glass cup dropped down on the floor, shattering into pieces and stilling the atmosphere. Fuck. Why does it hurt this much?