What To Do When Your Heart Is Broken Novels & Stories

"How do you heal a broken heart, Darvin?" "I don’t know. The day Dad took his life was the first time my heart was totally broken. And I couldn’t heal it until now. And then it just keeps breaking over and over again over the years. Maybe it is different from what you have. But at the end of the day, it still gave us pain. But I know you can handle it better than I can. We will take it one day at a time. And I’m sure one day, you’ll just wake up, and your heart’s not broken anymore."

I was at work when I felt it. You know that one feeling when somebody close to you had died? It felt like a part of me was just torn; not complete at all. Like it would never be complete, ever again. I looked around the bar, trying to control the pain I felt. A broken heart is not a joke at all. I had never cried for anybody before, but this pain I felt in chest made me cave in. Erika was making one of the customer’s drinks when she turned my way. I wiped the tears from my eyes and continued working, not even glancing at her.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

"I didn't expect to hear such words from you one day." Noah smiled at her saying, "Heartbreak taught me one thing. You will always find a way to live. Getting hurt is part of life and a part of growing up. Just take it as a lesson and move on. If you won't give the other person and yourself a chance, how would you know if your tomorrow can be different from today or not?"

My sobs grew almost hysterical. “Talk to me, Mila. Please.” “Is something hurting you?” he asked, his worried eyes scanning me. I pointed to my chest. “Here. It hurts here.” In that moment, I realized that broken heart wasn’t just a figure of speech. The heart truly breaks. And even if we can’t hear the sound, we feel it. Levi pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him. “Cry,” he whispered, gently stroking my hair. “Don’t hold it back if it helps.”

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

I was staring into her eyes, and I felt that there was nothing there. “You're not supposed to move on from this. You'll never get past it, but it does get easier. It doesn't happen easily or fast, but each day it gets a little easier to deal. But the years later you'll be walking down the street and it'll just hit you all over again and it'll drop you to your knees.” I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Losing someone you love is the worst possible thing that could happen to you. It breaks something fundamental inside of you. Eventually, you'll learn to live without it, but that broken piece stays broken.”

He just stood there. Ugh! My mind needs to shut itself off. I grab a warm blanket and lie on the dusty couch. Maybe if I can sleep, I can forget. Maybe…just maybe. When I tried to adjust myself, my hand touched my ribs. They are sore but now the ache is different. It hurts inside. Is this what a true broken heart feels like? I sigh louder. Maybe I should meet Frank somewhere and talk face to face. I won’t make up with him, at least not yet. I still need space. But there’s some things that a text can’t convey. I need to tell him how I truly feel.

But inside my heart… Something had broken. And I did not know if it could ever be fixed again.

I growled. He looked momentarily stunned, then turned to Sophia with an awkward expression. "Adie kindly apologized. And this is how you react? Apologize to him now." When I shut my eyes and refused to respond, Sophia's face darkened further. "Lucas, I'm talking to you! Stop pretending! Adie nearly broke his ankle and toughed it out, and you're making a scene over just a couple of stitches with anesthetic. Why are you acting like the victim now?"