Trying To Sleep With A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

She has been in my life for such a short time. It's after midnight and I've given up trying to sleep. Each night is longer than the last and I can't control my heart any longer. I need my mate. I know I hurt her. I'm hoping that charcoaling my face and giving her time has dispelled some of her anger. A broken heart is different. I saw it in her eyes and I have no idea how to fix it. I gave her away.

They thought we were in love with each other, but when you grew up as we did, then you’d know, family is important. ‘You have to understand that I can’t just hand you my heart either because people trampled on it already. I don’t even know if I can piece it back together. You know, like Humpty Dumpty, some parts are now so tiny they're like chalk. What do you do with that? I’m broken, and you probably won’t want me, anyway.’ ‘I have to go. Let me wash these, so you can leave,’ she scrambled to leave again, scared of his answer.

The tears came unbidden, a silent storm that washed over her, leaving behind a trail of heartache and unanswered questions. Exhausted and emotionally drained, Lily succumbed to the weariness that had settled into her bones. Sleep, though elusive, finally embraced her in its tender arms. The night unfolded in a blur of restless dreams and fleeting moments of solace. As the first light of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, Lily stirred from her restless slumber. The reality of the breakup hit her afresh, sending waves of sorrow crashing against the fragile walls of her composure. The apartment, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, echoed with silence and the haunting memori

And that’s when the tears come. I sob uncontrollably into my pillow, the pain spilling out of me in raw, broken cries. My chest hurts, physically aches, and I clutch it, trying to soothe the burn of heartbreak. My tears soak the sheets beneath me, but I don’t care. I cry harder, wishing I could just fall asleep and never wake up.

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.

As I laid on the bed, I didn’t think about how different the mattress felt, or how cold the room was, or the melancholy feeling that swirled in the deep recesses of my heart from being away from Ethan. Instead, I thought through how I could talk about this once and for all without my emotions getting out of control. What happened with Bryce was the worst of the effects of my condition and I was scared that if I didn’t handle it properly, I could fall back. This part was entirely selfish, but it was necessary. I just hoped that when it all finally came out, it would actually solve our problems, not open a pandora’s box of new ones. ****** Ethan My head was still fuzzy from sleep as I entered

"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 showed signs of extreme exhaustion and sleeplessness; his face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, while the sharp smell of wine emanated from his breath and the entire room, having completely blacked out his consciousness. ​Eileen stiffened in her place, feeling a burning lump choking her throat. She advanced toward the bed with very slow steps, barely touching the ground, and sat on its edge, contemplating his lost features. In his confusion and misery, she saw a great brokenness. Despite all the cruelty, injustice, and abandonment she had tasted from him days ago, and despite the hurtful words he had hurled at her at the hospital and in the phone call... her heart grew weak again.

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

Laura I don’t think I slept a wink throughout the night. I was busy crying my heart and eyes out, and that went on till I had no more tears left. My face became dry while my heart was shattered. I kept tossing from side to side on the bed, and at a point, I got up and started pacing the room. I was even muttering words to myself when I couldn’t bottle them in anymore. It felt like my heart was literally breaking into pieces and the pain was crippling.