Novel & Cerita Unbreak My Heart

She put earphone on and played her favorite song. Untouchable like A distant diamond skyI'm reaching out And I just Can't tell you whyI'm caught up in you I'm caught up in youUntouchable burning Brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undoneIn the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like A million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on Little taste of heaven She was going to taking order from table number 15. Two girls where sitting their who were gossiping there over something.

Sophia The Uber I called took me to Kieran’s house, and even though it was still early, I barricaded myself in my room, or better, a room assigned to me. Although I was the master of suppressing pain and pretending I was fine, I failed most miserably this time because the pain of a broken heart was not something I knew how to deal with. And Kieran broke mine in the cruelest way. He gave me hope, only to yank it out of my hands the very next moment.

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

Sighing over the once gentle big brother, I don't know how he turned out like this. Those past twelve years, she even felt somewhat unclear. She released her tight grip on the phone, a rare calmness in her voice, "Marcus, for the sake of the twelve years we've known each other, please don't destroy the little bit of beauty left in my heart." The soft female voice slowly enunciated each word, carrying a hint of sigh and lament. It was so peaceful, yet so cruel. Marcus swayed, almost stumbling and falling to the ground. It was only by bracing his hands at his sides that he managed to avoid such embarrassment.

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. My calm façade finally cracked as I picked up my wine glass and hurled it across the room. The glass shattered against the wall, red wine splattering like blood on the pristine white paint. I took a deep breath, trying to regain control, but the fury and fear coiled inside me like a viper. Sophia Grey was a threat—one that needed to be eliminated before she could do any more damage. I wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch everything I had fought for crumble. I needed to act, and soon.

And for a moment, I almost believed him. But no. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give in like this. I’d rather die than believe another man. I tugged my arm free, this time with enough force to break his grip. I glanced at him, the walls inside me were already crumbling. And for the first time, I felt... something. Something I can’t ignore. “Hell, No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m not some charity case.” “Doesn’t matter.” Nathan’s voice hardens. “You’re not leaving.”

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."