Trying To Sleep With A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

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.

he added, on sensing my discomfort. His voice was so vulnerable that it was giving me a heart ache, not because I still have some kind of soft corner for him, but rather I know how it feels, I had been there, with countless nights all ending in nightmares, which won't let you sleep, and how you need someone to hold onto, but you know there is no one, absolutely no one. It's just you trying to hold together your broken pieces in the middle of the night, when every other being is sleeping soundly.

That's why I decided to just give up. I took a deep breath and decided to go to sleep. I will try to sleep even though my heart feels like it's going to burst because of the strength of its beating. I even overcame the one who has heart disease. Haa, when will Wyatt calm my heart? °°°° I opened my eyes. My eyes hurt so much as if there were small stones inside. Whose eyes won't hurt if you try to sleep, and even though you want to sleep, you still can't sleep?

Yes? Julia: Yes, the hopeless feeling. In a room scattered with documents stood a girl with her head down. Despair filled her eyes, two, three, four... Six pills swallowed. Sent with an alcohol drop. She ...falls into a deep sleep Somewhere in her mind: The Fall-out. After a heated argument, words said that can't be taken back. Hearts left on the lifeline. Unfortunately, there is no medicine to heal a broken heart says the doctor. One tear escapes wiped off quickly.

For the future I had worked tirelessly to build—I had to break up with him. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to dial. The thought of breaking his heart, of shattering our world with a few faltering words, was more than I could bear. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as despair engulfed me, pulling me under its dark waves. I crawled onto the bed, hugging my pillow tightly, burying my face into its softness as if it could absorb the pain that consumed me. My cries were muffled but no less heart-wrenching as they filled the quiet of my room. The threatening note lay forgotten on the floor, a silent witness to the agony of a heart being torn apart by forces greater than itself.

’ I groaned, squeezing my bedspread trying to make the memory of the pain go away. I think I might be in love with Adrian but I wasn’t ready to listen to my heart. I wasn’t ready to handle another heartbreak. ‘I mean what if I might get hurt again? What if I get my heart shattered into pieces?’ I thought, still shutting my eyes. Tick Tock, my room was slient like a graveyard, the only noise was the clock that kept on ticking, I was lost in thought. I rolled over the side of my bed, pulling the covers tighter around me.

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

I nod weakly, burying my face in his chest, feeling his warmth seep into me, filling the hollow ache left by all the heartbreak, all the self-doubt. Exhausted, emotionally drained, I feel my eyes growing heavy, my body finally succumbing to the pull of sleep. His arms around me feel like a shield, a promise unspoken yet somehow understood. For the first time, I let myself lean into him fully, my broken pieces resting in his embrace as my breathing evens, and I finally, finally fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, safe in his arms.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" My heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his voice. I nodded slowly, letting out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "It's not easy," I admitted quietly, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. Nick tightened his embrace, whispering soothing words that reassured me I wasn't alone in this struggle. "I promise I am trying to push these thoughts away but oh God! I can't. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I'm trying. I'm so sorry for troubling you too Nick"

I nodded and placed the remaining sandwich on the plate. “I’m gonna sleep. Good night, Em.” I went upstairs to wash my face and took a look at my face in the mirror. I looked pale and lifeless. I quickly washed my face and went to bed, wrapping the sheets over my body. It felt so weird to sleep without him. I missed his warmth next to me. I missed everything about him. Why did things have to be this way? Why did I deserve this kind of pain? I started to sob silently. Was he even thinking about me? Are we officially broken up? I looked at the ring on my finger and cried uncontrollably. People were right about heartbreaks. It hurts like a bitch.