What Become Of A Broken Heart Romane & Geschichten

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

she shouted at me. Suddenly our friends approached and the one next to me stood up quietly. "Jenny stop that. Because I don't care about you anymore. I will never like you again. Don't be obsessed with the person you who doesn't like you. Don't force it on yourself because I will never love you again. Angel is the flesh of my heart," because of Zack's words, everything I heard has not yet sunk into my brain. Zack dragged me out of our room and left Jenny speechless, our friends followed us.

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

Chapter 12: Nothing heals a broken heart Sage I’ve never considered this, but there must be millions of people in the world who are going through heartbreak. Yet, the world doesn’t stop for them. No, the world just keeps spinning. The brokenhearted still have to get up in the morning to go to work and pay their bills.

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

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.