The Heartbreak Prescription Novels & Stories

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

But as David watched Ben walk away, he couldn't help reflecting on what he'd said. Loss of appetite. Insomnia. Inability to focus. An irresistible urge to see her. David was experiencing all those "heartbreak symptoms" Ben described. And yet, he definitely wasn't heartbroken. David took another swig of water, but his throat still felt dry. He knew Selina was deliberately making terrible food, nothing like what professional chefs could produce. But he still craved her cooking.

She looked comical. Her legs couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally gave up. Grace fell on the ground with a loud thump and that’s when her dam broke. Loud sobs escaped her mouth recalling those freaks in that disgusting club. But the question was does she even hold the right to bad mouth anymore when she did the same thing? The reality was a tight slap on her face. Because no matter how much she tries to run from it she can’t deny the fact that she used sex to get rid of the pain of heartbreak.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

Richard shouted, "Elain! Don’t!" But his voice seemed distant, and the pull of the lullaby was irresistible. As I ventured deeper into the forest, the thudding grew louder, turning into a heartbeat. My heartbeat. Suddenly, the fog cleared to reveal a clearing in the woods. In its center stood a colossal heart, pulsating and suspended in mid-air, with the pendant's other half embedded in it. But before I could approach, the ground trembled, and shadowy figures emerged from the trees, their faces obscured, each mirroring my appearance. Their whispers grew in intensity, merging with the lullaby, drowning everything else out.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

The pain of loss hit her all at once, overwhelming her. Madeline noticed something was wrong and rushed over in alarm. "What's wrong?" Halsey pressed her hand to her chest, struggling to speak. "I don't know what's happening to me… It hurts here, right in my heart." "Your heart hurts? I'll go get a doctor!" Madeline moved to leave the room. Halsey grabbed Madeline's arm, stopping her. "No, don't go! Don't get a doctor." Madeline looked at her in shock. "Why..."

“Was this your plan? Huh? Was this your fucking plan from the start? To make me love her and then destroy me with it?!” Another bolt of lightning and this time, it was closer like that was her response to my question. “TAKE THE CURSE BACK!” I screamed. “TAKE IT! TAKE ALL OF IT!” Silence. Just rain. Just thunder. “Fucking coward,” I spat. “You can curse me but can’t even show your damn face.” I was shaking again. But not with rage. With grief. I had always heard of heartbreak. I’d read a lot of stories about lovers getting heartbroken. But nothing in this world could have prepared me from the gripping pain that I could never describe in words.

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

If that trust shattered, I wasn’t sure either of us would survive it. A dull ache began throbbing at my temples. I opened my bag, took out the medicine Rick had prescribed, went to the dispenser for water, and swallowed the pills. The water was frigid, offering only a brief moment of relief against the growing pressure in my head. I just hope there’s an explanation for all of this… one that doesn’t completely break my heart.