Novel & Cerita Trying To Sleep With A Broken Heart

The only sounds left were the ringing in my ears and the frantic pounding of my heart. Everything around me felt distant, unreal. And in that moment, surrounded by destruction, one terrifying thought gripped my soul. This wasn’t over. It couldn’t be. Matteo couldn’t leave me like this… he just couldn’t. My vision darkened as the weight of everything finally crushed me. I closed my eyes, my body giving in as the darkness slowly swallowed me whole.

Sophia definitely knew about my allergy, and an embarrassed expression flashed across her face. She reached out to help me, but I brushed her hand away. Once I returned home, I began running a high fever. Since I remained cold and distant, Sophia seemed to harbor resentment as well. After I took my medicine, just as I was drifting into sleep, Adrian knocked on our door. "Soph, I'm having trouble sleeping..." In my hazy state, I felt Sophia get up beside me. A little while later, I heard her soft voice sing in the guest room.

In the night's silence, behind my closed eyelids, so many scenarios play out in which I don’t find myself dead inside. The endless possibilities prevent me from getting any of the sleep that I hope for. Lack of sleep further perpetuates my discomfort at the appointment. Everything’s worse when I’m exhausted. And, believe me, I don’t need it to be any worse than it already is. Compounding the hurt further breaks my heart. Before that fateful night, I thought heartbreak could only come from a break up. I thought that all heartbreak was the same. I didn’t realize that sometimes, the heart continues to crack and fracture, little pieces falling away with each passing day.

He tried to cheer me up but I was long broken. The pieces of my heart lay on the bed with Ivy, with no hope of getting fixed.

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

I whispered, staring down at my lap. I hated hearing myself sound like that girl. The broken-hearted one. But maybe I already was. I never sat with my heartbreak, never let myself feel the crack. I just threw myself into Corian’s bed like it could glue me back together. But my heart? Still in pieces. I built a dream around that man. A dream that crumbled.

I can't even tell you how important it is. Until now I am still longing for you, for you, for your love. love. Love. Suddenly tears welled up in my eyes, now I have just experienced something like this! I can't help but be amazed because of the beauty of his voice. I just heard him sing! Is what is happening to me true? Can't I be dreaming? I secretly pinched my hand but I felt pain caused by pinching myself. I was not aware that my tears were flowing. James handed Zack a bouquet of chocolates and a big teddy bear which is now being handed to me by the man I love. I have no doubt accepted it, I can't move where I am now because I can't I can explain how sorry I feel.

Hearts are made to be broken. Oscar Wilde. ****************************** Giovanni POV Waking up around one a.m due to insomnia had been a routine in my life but, the woman I encountered yesterday made it worst. I woke up with a gasp. sweat drips down my face even with the air condition in the room. I stared at the ceiling, unable to stand up from the bed because I was weak by the dream I just had It was that woman's voice. The woman whose face I couldn't see in the dream.

What I still can do is silently whimper in my soul. So, this is what a broken heart feels like. Now, I understand the movies' portrayal of a broken heart. Except mine feels worse than that. And it kills me even more that I caused half of it. I continue to lay there on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. I had turned on the light projector in my bedroom, and it projects beautiful stars onto the ceiling, giving the illusion that I am trapped in outer space; the Milky Way Galaxy. The moment I start to make peace with the dark and quiet luxurious bedroom, a loud knock splits through the air.

I popped an extra sleeping pill because it was the only way I was going to get my mind to shut up. Then, I hugged a pillow to my chest and cried until I fell asleep.