What To Do When Your Heart Is Broken Novels & Stories

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

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 Jacob'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 Jacob 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 asked my heart as I placed my hand on the left side of my chest. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I could hear it beating repeatedly. The insane emotion made me shut my eyes. “Calm down. Calm down”. I took deep breaths and tried to make myself calm down, but it didn't work, causing me to open my eyes. “No, this won't do. I must meet him. I can't keep on waiting for him to come”. I said and stood up from the sofa, before making my way outside the house, where I saw him breaking his car's plate number.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

After Dean Larson left, only Sarah and Zachary remained in the counseling office. Sarah kept her eyes on her papers, letting an awkward silence fill the room. "Shouldn't a counselor show more concern for her patient?" Zachary raised an eyebrow. Sarah put the papers in her drawer and replied evenly, "What psychological issues bring you here, Mr. Reynolds?" Zachary stared at her intently. "Heartbreak. I'm in agony every day. What should I do?" "Mr. Reynolds, perhaps no one has told you, but heartbreak is a normal emotional response, not a psychological condition. If you feel your distress has become unbearable, I'd suggest emotional release or emotional sublimation techniques," Sarah explained

Maybe she had not, but I knew myself well enough to know that I just had. Autumn POV Heartbroken people were often mistaken as those who cried for hours, listened to a playlist full of songs about heartbreak, and got drunk for a week. Yet when my heart did break, I did not do any of those things. Not because I tried to avoid being cliché but because I did not have the power to do any of them. Sure, I did get myself drunk whenever I faced heartbreak in my high school days however this heartbreak felt a lot different than whatever I had faced previously.

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Kenan shook his head and then began to speak, "I didn't even come to her office and just told my assistant to get Andien to come to my office." "Andien is an ordinary employee and it makes no sense for you to give her the job directly. You're a seasoned businessman who should know what's reasonable or not," Mark said. Every sentence Mark said made Kenan even more frustrated. "What should I do?" "Right now you're approaching Andien out of revenge. Why don't you use your heart to attract Andien?" Mark suggested. "Heart?" Kenan laughed loudly. He might be able to use his heart for someone he loved, but until now he had never had anyone worth giving his heart to. Even making love with the woman

Worst of all, every single thing I do or see reminds me of him. Oh how I hate this phase. This heart broken phase of feeling hollow, hopeless, helpless. But I've done this so many times and I know the recipe to mend my broken heart. That's why I mop around the entire weekend, pouring my heart out in front of my besties -thank God for technology-, drown myself in alcohol and junk food, sleep all day then cry till I'm tired, hit repeat. By Monday I force myself to be up and running so I can get on my track to being a successful woman. First, ace this internship. Then finish my degree. Finally, into the workforce and find a loaded man to marry.

“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?”