The Healer Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

Her sobs turned into wails and it felt like someone was stabbing poisoned daggers into my heart. I hugged her tighter and let her weep like a baby. I couldn't even imagine what she was going through. She had always chosen to be with Luke but now watching her relationship turning into something ugly must be heartbreaking beyond imagination. I brushed my hand up and down her back soothingly but how could that be enough after watching pure loathing in your lover's eyes for you? And then, all of a sudden, I remembered that I was a freakin' Healer. Breaking the hug, I placed my palm over her heart and channeled my energy into it. I closed my eyes and felt her pain and distress. As a Healer, I cou

His heart was set in stone, he will have her again, one way or another. She was standing in front of his mended heart, his journey had come into full circle. It was exactly like he had imagined it. The person who broke his heart into a million pieces was there to witness what has came out of it. She was his love, his muse, his executioner, his savior, and all the universe had conspire to bring him back to the one that will be the gold that fills the cracks of his broken heart.

He needs to know that I am here to pick him up and make him whole. It is actions that broke his heart apart, but with my words, I know that I can soothe that deep agony that tortures him still. With my words, I can soothe him until the cage around his heart snaps as if it is made of thin caramel strands rather than a cast iron. With words, I can take what is broken inside and make him willing to walk the hard road of recovery. I know that if my words are not backed up by love, they will all be as valuable as the print on a letter that is charring and burning in the earth

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

A man who had loved and lost—and knew exactly how much of it was his fault. “I don’t know what this is now,” I said. “I don’t know what we’re standing in the middle of.” His voice was hoarse. “Can it be something? Anything?” “Not a beginning,” I said. “We’re not innocent enough for that.” “Then let me rebuild what I broke,” he whispered. “Not us. Just you. Let me help you heal, even if I never earn your heart again.” I stared at him. The tears were there again, threatening, rising. But this time, I didn’t shove them down.

"Is he seriously hurt?" Upon learning she was my fiancee, the doctor replied, "It's nothing major. He just had two stitches. Keep it dry, and it'll heal quickly." Sophia was about to speak further when Adrian interrupted, "It's all my fault. If Soph hadn't been worried about me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Let me apologize on her behalf." At that moment, my wound, stitched without anesthesia, throbbed unbearably, and cold sweat dripped down my face. Adrian's words only ignited my anger further. "Get out!" I growled.