Tears Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

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 .

My once fervent hopes had faded into resignation. The anguish, struggle, and turmoil in between, were all too much to put into words. I could only record it through tears. Dad’s tears fell onto the paper, blurring the words of grievance. He could not utter a single sentence, only suppressed sobs. They finally knew they were wrong and were finally regretting it. But in this world, there was never a cure for regret. Kelvin stood motionless before my photograph for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot as he reached out, wanting to touch my image in the photo.

Tears kept streaming down my face. It hurt so bad. I wished that once I closed my eyes, I would never have to open them again.

The shadows they cast mirrored the depth of her fatigue, serving as a constant reminder of the nights spent silently weeping or struggling to find solace in restless dreams. Rose's once bright and vibrant eyes now drooped lazily, lacking their usual sparkle and verve. They seemed heavy, burdened by the weight of unshed tears and unspoken worries. Their luster had dimmed, like a flickering flame desperately clinging to its last embers. Each blink appeared slow and deliberate, as if summoning the strength to stay open was an arduous task in itself.

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.

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.

he stopping in front me with his hands in his pockets, I was shocked, tears were rolling in my eyes. How did I love someone like this, How did I love someone who's this heartless? Tears were streaming down my eyes, No I will not show him that I'm weak, I will not show him my tears and my broken heart.

I throw myself at her. Finally, I break, a sob tearing its way from the depths of my tortured soul. I let the pain, the anger, the frustration and the hate I have been pushing down free. The dam breaks and the tears I have been holding back flows. I cry my heart out to the moon goddess. Cry at the shitty hand I have been death with. At the pain she has allowed into life. At the brokenness I was sure would never be fixed. At my damaged heart. By the time I'm done I feel empty.

As I entered inside the home, I could hear the sound of the Jaguar moving far away from me. My heart was all shattered into thousand prices is it even love if hearts aren't broken and tears aren't shed? _________________________________________________