Trying To Sleep With A Broken Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"A safeguard against the strength of their love. If they chose each other above all else, their bond would be unbreakable. But if doubts crept in, the pendant would shatter, symbolizing the fragility of their relationship." I clutched the broken half tighter. "So, the fact that it's broken now..." Morana interrupted, "Means your love is being tested. But it also means there's hope. If you can find the other half and mend it with genuine intent, your bond can still be saved." "But why can't I remember any of this?" I questioned, feeling overwhelmed. "Why does it feel like I'm hearing a fairy tale?" She gave a sad smile. "Because, dear Elain, your memories were sealed."

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

He doesn't know why but he feels broken and her tearful face is coming in front of his eyes again and again. He went to his room and tried to grab some sleep. He thought that if he could sleep her face would go away from his eyes but he couldn't even catch a sleep. His heart is twitched with pain and he just wanted to go near her and take her into his arms and then coax her. However, his ego didn't let him do that.

Sniffling, I grabbed a pillow and lay by my side—as if that could erase the hollow in my heart—the aching desire to have him here with me. What was wrong with me? I'd spent years practicing how to be resilient...built walls around my heart, only to fall for the same man who broke me years ago? Where did I lose it? My pillows soaked with my tears...and somewhere around there, I drifted off to sleep. A sad sleep. *. *. *. *. * Mommy!!” their laughter pulled me out of sleep, the pitter-patter of little feet scooting across my room. I opened my eyes. It was morning.

He just stood there. Ugh! My mind needs to shut itself off. I grab a warm blanket and lie on the dusty couch. Maybe if I can sleep, I can forget. Maybe…just maybe. When I tried to adjust myself, my hand touched my ribs. They are sore but now the ache is different. It hurts inside. Is this what a true broken heart feels like? I sigh louder. Maybe I should meet Frank somewhere and talk face to face. I won’t make up with him, at least not yet. I still need space. But there’s some things that a text can’t convey. I need to tell him how I truly feel.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

My legs started wobbling like jelly underneath me, and I almost fell back on the bed. “I’m fine,” I lied, attempting to suppress the panic that was already creeping in my chest. Nathan didn't budge; he watched me like a hawk. I took in a shallow breath, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened. "I’m fine, Nathan. Really. I don’t need you babysitting me." My voice was weak, but I hoped he didn’t hear it. I wasn’t fine. I hadn’t been fine since the day I’d been born into a world where betrayal was ordinary, not strange,

My heart sank. There was something so sad about it, something that spoke of a struggle I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Taking sleeping pills like that, it was a sign of someone desperate for rest, someone who couldn’t find peace even in sleep. If you can't even sleep peacefully then what's the point of living? Such a poor soul. God, please forgive him and let him rest. I inhaled deeply and got to work, moving carefully so I wouldn’t wake him. The glass shards took the longest to clean.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.