The Healer Of Broken Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t know what to do without him.” The sight of her breaking like that carved into me. I reached out, touching her trembling hands before she unraveled completely. “Rosa,” I said gently but firmly, locking eyes with her, “we’re going to help him. We will do everything we can.” Her chest rose and fell with shallow sobs, and her son had started crying quietly by the wall. I swallowed hard. Sometimes the hardest part of being a healer wasn’t stitching wounds or mixing herbs. It was seeing the people who loved your patient fall apart and knowing you had to hold them together long enough to fight for hope.

Her words linger in the air, wrapping around me, sharp and soft at the same time. “I’m not broken,” I mutter. She smiles faintly. “No. You are just wounded. And the only way wounds heal is when you stop hiding them.” My throat burns. She steps back, looking up at the night sky. “You think you’re protecting yourself by closing your heart. But you’re just keeping yourself in the dark. And it’s time you stopped.” I swallow hard, unable to speak. She turns to me again, her voice quiet but firm. “Dante, you need to heal. And the only way you’ll ever heal is if you let love into your heart again.”

He smiled, then leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Maybe at first, I just pitied her. But now I've truly fallen in love with her. She's wonderful, and she's worth it." The system reminded him again that even a fate exchange required points to execute, and they were currently short on points. So Freddie made a painful decision. He would start earning points from my Heartbreak Level. After my confession, he began to torment me emotionally. He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound.

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

He mentioned to me that he failed her, but how would he react if Serena showed up? Speaking of her, I hope that she's fine. She took a hit, and I do know how it feels like to be thrown like that. Automatically, my hand felt my stomach. I broke a rib or two, and the bruises are still staining my skin. Whatever potion Serena gave me, it healed where I was broken. I began to wonder, would that potion could also heal a broken heart? If so, Mellon should drink a gallon. "Serena," I uttered. "What is she to you?"

I whimpered his name, both from the ecstasy about to explode inside me and the emotions assaulting me. He was wrecking me, shattering me into tiny pieces then softening all the sharp edges that threatened to slice into me. He knew I’d been feeling broken and he was showing me that I could break even further because there was no amount of damage he couldn’t heal with his pure, abiding love for me. I’d been damaged before and he healed me then. How could I have forgotten how easily he mended my wounds and put me back together again, made me into something more than I’d ever hoped to be? But he’d never let me truly forget.

Then: “You sound like him.” “Who?” “Your father. When he found out his partner was stealing from the company.” She touches my hand. “He didn’t sleep for a month. He said ‘I won’t strike until I see the whole board.’” I turn her hand over. Her knuckles are swollen. Arthritis. Stress. “Did he win?” “He got the truth.” She smiles, sad. “Cost him everything else.” I think about that. I take the scissors from the kitchen counter to the bathroom.

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

His words were a balm to her soul; a reminder of her strength and resilience. His voice dropped to a whisper as he continued, "what's broken can be mended. What hurts can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, the sun is going to rise again." "Rosie, I can't feel your pain, but I understand it's difficult to forget. But all you have to do is take your mind off their existence," he said. "Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy…"

If you change the order,the Goddess said, you break the chain. “Do it,” I said. “Take it.” There is no return,she warned. “I don’t want one,” I replied. The pain spiked. My scream tore free. Kieran shouted my name. Voices blurred. Hands held me down as my body shook. Then something snapped. The pressure lifted. I gasped. Hard. Deep. The healer’s eyes widened. “The heartbeat's back.” Kieran sobbed once. A broken sound I had never heard from him. But relief didn’t come.