Novel & Cerita What Become Of A Broken Heart

I knew I deserved better. I sought solace in the support of my closest friends, sharing my story and finding comfort in their empathy. They reminded me of my worth, that I was strong and resilient. Their words became my lifeline, guiding me through the darkest moments of my healing process. With their encouragement, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery. I delved into books about personal growth and attended workshops that focused on healing from heartbreak. I immersed myself in activities that brought me joy and rediscovered the passions that had been overshadowed by my past relationship.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

"Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel."- Tupac Shakur Faiths POV Three years since that incident. The incident where I lost my so called love The incident that changed my life The incident where I lost myself *Flashback* (This was after she received the news of her miscarriage) I woke up feeling sore again and I forgot where I am till I looked around. Soon all the memories came back. Andrew in bed with Natasha naked. Andrew calling all sorts of name.Woke up in a hospital. Doctor telling me I lost my baby and me having a mental breakdown.

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.

Not finding a word to say at the moment. “There are some things that can't be amended, like a broken glass or plate can’t be fixed, a shredded piece of paper can’t be fixed except by being torn off slightly, a worn out clothes can’t return to their old sparkling color, and lastly, a broken heart that’s filled with anger and hatred can never be clouded with love and concern. You failed your sister Emilia, so it will take you a while to be on her good terms again,” Beta Lucky said before walking past her. Heading up to his room. What he just said was the pure truth. Not everything can be fixed or repaired, especially when it involves the heart.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

Charlie came with me. My cheeks were swollen and my eyes puffy and red. My arms and legs were scratched and bleeding. My feet were totally messed up. That's what happens if you run shoes less. I forgot to wear shoes. I felt physical pain. But it is nothing compared to the pain my heart was feeling. It just lays there beating. But the pieces that are shattered couldn't be taken. And I have no more strength. I want to die.....

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,