What Become Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My first heartbreak didn’t just sting—it shattered me. That feeling of betrayal... it doesn’t go away. I wish I could say I’ve healed, but some scars stay with you, lingering like a shadow that never quite disappears. You learn the hard way that love isn’t always kind. It’s a lesson you don’t forget, no matter how hard you try to.

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."

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

It was a profound ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of my being. I didn't know how much time passed as I lay there, wondering how I would pick up the pieces of my heart. It seemed like an eternity, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that the love I had believed in had crumbled, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. In the hushed emptiness of the room, I whispered a farewell to the dreams that now lay shattered at my feet. The chapter of our love had closed, and I was left to face the harsh reality alone, my heart aching with the weight of what was lost.

A connection. And it didn’t end with answers, but with a question that would change everything: What do you do with a heart that is broken, alone, and has forgotten how to love?

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

When I was a child, my parents were always busy, and so I was raised by my grandmother. She passed away two years ago, leaving me with the bracelet as a parting gift. Wearing it felt like having her by my side. Now it lay in pieces, and my last connection to her was gone. I glared at Nelly and her friends, my eyes burning with rage. I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “You’ll regret that. Even if you get on your knees and beg for your lives, nothing can fix this. Not one of you will escape!”

He went away, and before Kara had a chance to compose herself, the beauticians arrived. She was shivering and trying hard to stop her eyes from tearing up. After all, a broken heart does not repair itself within a day, and hers was just absolutely shattered at this point. But she had learnt, no matter what she did, no matter how much she gave away to James, his insecurities are going to burn their relationship to ground each time.

I paused, "This is exactly what goes on when we get our hearts broken, it's not like it's planned, it's just the way we were configured to act and it doesn't really make sense. That's because we weren't built to accept defeat or loss, we always want to have the good things that come with life, but those shit aren't guaranteed. And we begin to act the opposite of what we once believed in, and enjoyed, we start faulting our heart for an experience we termed heavenly and magical. But deep down we want to experience it again, maybe with the same person or someone better." "Imagine if you never said this, we never thought about love in that aspect, I guess we all learned one or two things right?"

He looked at me and said, "At least he won't get hurt again for you." Tears rolled down my cheeks. He really forgot me. My heart was broken into pieces, and I almost suffocated from the pain. I feel like my brain is dying from lack of oxygen. “It's time to make a choice, Eva,” he continued. Yeah, I can't let him get hurt for me again. It's not fair to him. Now that he has forgotten me, I should choose to leave. The wind dried my tears. My vision went from blurry to clear, and my consciousness, which had been drained, was gradually recovering. A broken heart can never recover. Then, let the heart that once beat for him be buried in the endless abyss.