The Heartbreak Prescription Novels & Stories

Her hand still holding mine. And softly whispered toward the Silence: “You were only trying to protect everyone from heartbreak.” The Silence trembled weakly. The network quieted. And finally The cold voice spoke not like a system. But like something wounded. “We were tired of watching love die.” My chest ached painfully. Because maybe that was the saddest thing in the universe. Not evil. Exhaustion. The kind of heartbreak that convinces people never feeling again is safer. Lila’s tears fell quietly.

I rested my forehead against his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady, solid, real. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I was falling. I felt like I was standing. I used to think heartbreak was loud. Like screaming into pillows. Like ugly crying in the shower. Like the kind of pain that made you dramatic and reckless and obvious to everyone around you. But I was wrong. The real heartbreak was quiet.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial

"The guy from three years ago. The one from Boston. The one who broke my heart." Amelia stood completely still, her lips parted in utter, disbelieving shock. I saw the exact second the memories hit her like a freight train. Three years ago, I had spent four months locked in my bedroom, weeping into my pillow, refusing to eat, a hollow ghost of myself after a catastrophic heartbreak. Amelia had stayed by my bedside every single night. She had held me while I sobbed, stroked my hair, and sworn a bitter, terrifying oath against the anonymous man who had destroyed me: If I ever find the bastard who did this to you, Nillie, I will ruin his life.

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

"Not the slightest." "Giving up is not an option." He sipped, watching her over the glass rim. "Honestly, what brought you here?" He shook his head in despair. "It hurts to see just how much you underestimate my love. Fine, maybe you'll swallow the secondary pill instead; as you know, I'm mentally fucked up. I've been prescribed a whole lot of medications I don't have time for. I hate them. They never worked in the first place...the few times I tried. Then I met you; everything has changed ever since. It's like fate prescribed a better treatment...a cure even." His grin added an extra beam of light to the room.

,” he sighed as he picked his intercom again and called for her presence in his office. It was you who broke me first, It was you who named me first, It was you who hurt me first... now I'm used to it. All Hearts !

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