Tears From A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

There is no better cure for heartbreak than tears because tears make the heart more relieved and can release all the emotions that are still in agonizing and excruciating. Natty hugged Drake. While immersing her face in Drake’s chest, Natty bursts into tears. She cried so hard that she spilled all the grief she had endured. The tears that come out make everything seem real. All this time she tried hard to deny the breakup, but the tears that came out made her no longer able to deny it. The pain of the heartbreak was so real that she could feel that the breakup had happened.

And he's with her now. Kari sunk down in the small leather chair, the sound of it creaking moving past her as the first of several tears fell on her cheeks. She hated herself for crying, for being so scared of what might happen, but there was no helping it. Her heart had been broken too many times and it was on the precipice of happening again. "Tears are said to be the cleansing of the soul." A deep voice sounded from the door and Kari jerked up, wiping at her face and trying to compose herself.

" Repeating his words more arrogantly out to me without caring about my tears, not only did I literally felt every hurtful bit of how my heart started to break, but at last maybe it was indeed too late to do anything, maybe it was indeed too late for forgiveness. I've hurt him far too much... As silent as I could be, I mumbled out as I sniffed on the countless of teardrops that kept on flowing down my cheeks Maybe I was the only one that was oblivious that our story had already far ended More tears gathering back up in my eyes, with every word I heard my mind speak out to me, yet again I couldn't deny the fact of how horrible I felt my heart breaking into million crumbs once more. "I said Ou

I giggled, and the next thing that happened shocked me more. Tears cascaded down his cheeks like a stormy rainfall. With each sob that escaped his lips, the weight of his anguish filled the room, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of grief. The sound of his cries echoed through the empty spaces, a haunting melody of pain and loss that reverberated in the silence. In that moment, he was not just shedding tears; he was releasing a torrent of emotions long held captive, letting the raw vulnerability of his tears speak the words his voice could not utter.

“Of course, you’ll never get tired of hurting me, because you have no heart, King Jester. I just hope one day... you’ll finally see the truth.” Tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks as I spoke those words, each one carrying the weight of my shattered soul. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, overflowing with rage, grief, and helplessness. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down, wiping my tears with trembling hands.

The love that I had imagined between us seemed to have shattered into a million irreparable pieces. With a heavy heart, I retreated to my new room, shutting the door behind me. The silence was suffocating, amplifying the echoes of his bitter words. I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face as I cried my eyes out. It felt as though my world had crumbled around me, leaving me adrift in a sea of anguish and uncertainty. Hours passed, the tears flowing unchecked. My sorrow seemed endless, consuming my every thought. Seeking solace, I reached for my phone and played a familiar song that held a special place in my heart. The melody washed over me like a balm, its lyrics resonating with my

Her tears began stinging her eyes and she felt like someone was squeezing out her heart . Mike switched off the TV and let her cry . He had not asked her anything about what happened in Singapore because he was afraid that she will break down . He didn't know what to say to her . Akira hugged him and asked- " Why was I not enough for him . Why?" and she started wailing .

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

But who told him that the pain after losing the loved ones would be so intense, that you feel your heart being squeezed by unbearable pain all the time, making your stomach flip every time you think about the heartbreak, bringing a sting to your eyes, which automatically well up with tears? It’s a phenomena which no one can resist during heartbreaks. He is of no exception. Only now did he understand the value of tears and why Clarissa tend to cry most of the times. She lost her dad at a very young age. Her first heartbreak was when she was eight. It influenced her growth and she build a shield around herself, living in fear all her life. He shouldn’t have been hard on her and he deeply regre