The Heartbreak Prescription Novels & Stories

She's not the kind of emotional person that overreacts to something. "Hush now," he whispered while kissing her head. She sobbed. "Why does it hurt, Carson? Why am I hurting? Why do I feel like my heart's been stabbed and it's fucking hurting? I'm not dying, right?" Carson shook his head and held her chin to lift her head. "That's called heartbreak, Baby. Your heart was broken after seeing them." Krysie cried her heart out. "A-Are you happy she's back? That she's alive?"

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Door. Engine and I'm off. I slam my foot down on the gas, the tires screeching against the pavement. The stop sign flashes by, and I don’t slow down. I never do. In my room, the silence was worse. Four walls closing in, no distractions. Just me and the ache in my chest I didn’t want to call heartbreak. Because heartbreak was for people who deserved better. This? This was my fault. I should’ve known better than to want her.

Composed. A burn started in my chest. One that ached and consumed. It was full of bitterness and anger. I suddenly knew why I hated it. My decision--my choice--had caused this. Such a familiar feeling. Weakness. I was once again a weakness. The burn in my chest calmed. But—oh, did it simmer. I wasn’t the same girl who jumped. But maybe I was still the one who broke him. And I didn’t know how to fix either of us.

I mumbled in a daze as I took the prescription. “Don’t forget to take the medications on time,” the doctor reminded once again. “Hope for the best, Miss Adelynn. Don’t be disappointed.” I nodded curtly before I walked out of the cabin. I dazedly strolled out of the hospital, my mind blank. The world around me seemed to cease existing. I couldn’t register any sound coming from the surroundings. My body was numb, and I could feel nothing but the dull ache in my heart. My hope had already been shuttered. My heart had been broken mercilessly, and I was left infertile. The happiness I felt after getting a promotion in my job had long gone. All that was left within me was emptiness, pain, and desp

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

“I won't let you get away with this, I will make sure to strike when you have finally found the man you truly love. I will show you how painful it is to be heartbroken. He spat every word with all the hatred in him. “For me to be an expert on breaking men's hearts, it means I have passed through something much worse than this, so nothing can break me anymore”. I gave him a disdainful look. I walked out of the hall with a cold look that made the crowd shiver in fear. I have already informed my driver to wait for me outside. I needed to celebrate for breaking Lucas's heart successfully.

Even though I had rejected him, the pain was still there. Tears blurred my vision, but I never looked away. Because I had to see it, I had to see him fail me one last time. This was the man I once loved. And he let her crawl into the place where I used to sleep. He let her in like I had never existed. My chest cracked. My lungs burned. My soul screamed. But he never heard me, not now, not ever. This wasn’t heartbreak. Heartbreak is soft and Quiet. It whispers as it breaks. It lets you cry and crawl into blankets and pretend tomorrow won’t hurt as much.

Just then, a muffled sound came from the room, filled with suppressed pain. "He's about to be overwhelmed by the drug. If you don't go in, he might not make it." Grace still hesitated. I simply stepped aside and pushed her into the room. I gave her no chance to back out and shut the door at once. Not long after, I heard Layson's ragged breathing and Grace's soft moans. Their sounds of passion grew clearer, one after another, like sharp blades slicing into my heart. So, this was what heartbreak felt like. It felt as though I had been hollowed out. I crumpled to the floor right by the door.

Tears soaked my pillow as I hugged it tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Why? Why had my life turned into this? Why did the man I love keep leaving me? Why didn’t I even have a shoulder to lean on? Exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep. … The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten home the night before. My eyes landed on a neatly folded note on the nightstand: "Eat something before work. I rescheduled the meeting for today’s case." The handwriting was precise and elegant, and the memories of last night came rushing back.