What Become Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

When the car stopped in front of the condominium building, Zion turned his head to her and asked the same question which she cannot answer. “What am I to you?” It wasn’t because Harriet didn’t know the answer. It just that she found it hard to say it directly to him. ‘Someone who broke my heart, not into pieces, but into nothingness,’ she said inwardly. Because of Zion, she learned that being broken-hearted is not a destination, but a difficult road that often appears at their feet, that must be walked I order to get to a better future. Harriet trued her best to pad her shoes with their good memories which they need to absorb the shock, or let her soles feel the full pain of this change in t

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.

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

The once inseparable duo was embarking on separate paths, one nursing a broken heart while the other was blissfully exploring newfound love. Jane's first heartbreak was an introspective journey, a painful voyage into the depths of her heart. It was a testament to her unspoken love for Mike, a melancholic symphony of her high school years. The journey was a heartbreaking yet pivotal chapter in Jane's life, propelling her towards an uncertain future, nudging her out of her comfort zone. Amid the heartache and unrequited love, Jane was slowly finding her strength, her voice, and her path.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.

Broken heart. Heartbreak can have an impact on people who experience it. Some are heartbroken and evolve into fake humans. In that sense, they are turning into a successful human being. Starting from a broken heart, they crawled up for revenge for hurt feelings. Some turn into psychopaths when they experience great heartbreak. And Cheryl is not among those humans. The girl just curled up all day until all night in bed. Crying, yes, she cried. Juna broke all of her bones, down from the spine to the marrow. Extraordinary. Just eating, she has no appetite.

The sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood become a symphony of my shattered heart. As I exhaust myself, the reality of my situation sets in. The one I loved with all my heart has taken everything from me—my love, my trust, my happiness. Her betrayal has left me utterly broken, fragmented in a way that I never thought possible. I collapsed onto the floor, my energy spent, curling up amidst the wreckage.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

Be okay with feeling better, the world needs you, we do. Broken hearted is not a destination, yet a difficult road that often appears at the feet, that must be walked in order to get to a better future. We can pad our shoes with good memories to absorb the shock, or let our soles feel the full pain of this change in terrain. At times we alternate between the two. As the days become months and years, the good memories keep us walking with ease, and then we are ready to love again, to feel healthy and well.