روايات وقصص ضمن The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Even making love with the woman he liked was only because of mutual need. Mark watched Kenan's face. Mark sympathized with Kenan's emotions. Kenan was too cold and haughty to open himself up to love. Mark was even convinced that Kenan had never understood what love was. "You can use your heart to satisfy your ego and plans. How can you make Andien fall in love when you have no love?" Mark replied. Kenan didn't answer, preferring to stare at the increasingly crowded room. Suddenly his attention was drawn to two women who had just passed through the door. Alinda and Andien, what are they doing here?

It slips from my hand and shatters on the floor loudly. You're useless! "Shut up!" I shout. I slide to the floor, my hands covering my ears as I sob painfully. Pick up the glass! And cut your stupid wrists! My hands shake as I pick up a shard of glass, holding it on my wrist. It would be so easy to make myself bleed. Do it!

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

It was a stark contrast to the icy composure he’d worn in his office. Her lips parted, her heart betraying her with its rapid beats, but her mind screamed caution. She searched his eyes, those piercing blues that had once felt like home, but now carried the weight of too many broken promises. A bitter, broken laugh escaped her lips. She dropped her forehead against his collarbone, unable to look at him. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “You can’t… you can’t dismantle a person and then show up with candles and poetry and expect them to just believe you.”

His eyes held none of the warmth she had grown used to seeing these past days. They looked unfamiliar and icy, a strange shade of green. “There will never be space for another woman. She will always be the one I love.” ‘A temporary attraction,’ he had called it… His words struck her like a heavy blow, and she nearly stumbled backward. God, he probably had no idea how deeply they cut her. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she fully understood the extent of her own pain. It should have been physically impossible to feel one’s heart breaking into pieces, yet that was exactly how it felt,like her life was shattering further and falling away.

The defenseman he had collided with stumbled backward, pale-faced and shaken. "I didn't mean…" "Move!" The coach barked. The arena suddenly felt too quiet. Leon lay curled on the ice, one hand gripping his leg. His jaw was clenched so tightly that a vein bulged along his neck. Blood stained the ice beneath him. A thin crimson trail. Noa's stomach dropped. For a moment he couldn't breathe. The sight didn't make sense. Leon was always standing, fighting, and looking annoyingly untouchable. Seeing him broken on the ice felt

She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Ooh Head in heart and a broken body (cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet) Head in her heart and a broken body ('cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet)” I am touched. Her voice was… Damn, stop. But the song was a perfect fit. That’s exactly me and her.

Just how? I move closer to her and called out her name numerous times but didn't get a respond from her,she was lying there peacefully, my heart was hurting, I my self was hurting, how could she leave me when she promised not to,I tried all my best to wake up but later realise that she's gone and she could never come back to me I was so devastated,I don't know what else to do "Kareem please don't do this to your self, don't hurt your self,she's gone,she's gone.. There's nothing you can do about it"

He was barely containing something—a mix of emotions I couldn't quite read. I felt compelled to break the silence and grasp at understanding. My voice, a fragile thread, slipped out in a hesitant whisper: "Was Ice... this brutal, Iciest?" His reaction was slow; his gaze was steady but heavy with a burden of grief. He met my eyes, his own reflecting a storm of conflicted emotions. With a heaviness that seemed to drag his words from him, he responded, "The real her... she wouldn't inflict this kind of harm unless something triggered her darker side."

Even my heart, I've trained it to be cold as ice. She only received pain from me, but she still cared. She tried to embrace my lost feelings, my coldness. Helping me piece some of my brokenness, adding splashes of colors into my grey world. I'm trying to erase my nightmares, I'm trying so hard to leave this place where I've been bound, clawing to get out. I want to escape from the pain that chains me. She was the only one who could wake me up from my soul that is full of scars.