What Become Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

And most of all, I can't help it when the love of my life can't love me back. 'God, I'm turning into a sap,' I thought bitterly. What can you do? No matter how tough you are, when a heart gets broken like shattered glass, it can't be undone. You'd break down, forget who you are, or what you stand for, and end up like a pile of shit. After today's stunt, never again will I break down. I'm not going back that road never, ever again... for her.

Derek informed, walking ahead of me. My heartbeat dropped in my stomach, as I stared at his back. When a wolf lost the will to live and suffered too much pain…he or she was prone to fall into an endless sleep and then there was no waking up. That was what Broken Heart Syndrome meant for us. The heart would slowly come to a stop, and then there would be eternal peace. I shook my head, refusing to let these thoughts settle in. She wouldn’t die. The positivity didn’t help the stupid ache in my eyes though.

People don't hate ghosts. Our time together was pretty short, but it was also the best time of my life. Now that you're gone, I feel empty. Without you, I feel broke like half a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel like a torn sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You broke my heart, but I still love you with all the pieces and I'll always do. Take good care of yourself. Love,

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.

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Beau's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Beau doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don’t know how I’ll ever piece it back together.

I completely forgot that people spoke their minds while intoxicated. The look that he gave me suggested that if there was even the slightest possibility of him forgiving me before she came in, it was all gone now. “I’ll see you during the game, Blake. And my request from earlier still stands: let’s break up.” I had heard others talk about heartbreak that was crippling and I thought they were just exaggerating. In that moment though, when the love of my life stormed out of one of my best friends’ kitchen, I understood what it meant to be paralyzed by a heart that was shattering into a million irreparable pieces and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain. We believe in someone's words, we entrust our deepest feelings, hopes, and dreams into this silent promise of fidelity and integrity. But when that promise is shattered, it feels like a hurricane has devastated our emotional world. The pain is overwhelming, tears well up in our eyes, and the sense of betrayal suffocates us. Broken trust is like a mirror that shatters into a thousand sharp pieces. Each fragment represents a piece of our broken heart, and each wound becomes a vivid reminder of the betrayal. Those who were once loved and cherished suddenly become strangers

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."

Like something in him had given up. Like I had become too heavy to carry. I remember the way my coffee went cold. The sound of my heart breaking wasn’t loud. It was silent. Just a small, soft crack somewhere deep inside. And now, the one person who saw me at my worst is gone. And all I have left is this ache. This space in my chest that used to be filled with hope. I thought he was forever. But maybe forever just means “until you’re too broken to love.” Just when I’m about to give in — when I start wondering if maybe it would be easier to let go and sink beneath the water forever — my phone starts ringing.