Novel & Cerita When A Heart Breaks It Don't Break Even

I sat there for a long time, the weight of Ezra’s words crushing me, until one truth became impossible to ignore…… No matter what choice I made, someone’s heart would break and I wasn’t sure if it would be theirs… or mine.

Moments when I felt less than, moments of heartbreak, of feeling lost. Richard's face appeared in the mirror, his eyes filled with love and longing. The alternate me sneered, "Do you truly believe he loves you? After everything?" I clenched my fists, summoning every ounce of courage. "Yes, I do. Our love is real, and no shadow of doubt can diminish it." Lysandra, with a hint of a smile on her lips, said, "Confronting one's inner demons is no easy task. But remember, the strength of your love, your belief in yourself, is what will guide you."

she didn't like her sulking all by herself. Ashley smiles, "Ed Sheeran said in his song that a heart that is broken is a heart that's loved, " she said, "why does it always end like this? Why does love have to be so painful and cruel hurting you when you've got no bad intentions, giving you hope and life only to take it back when you least expect it? Why does life even exist if it does no good? She asked in between her sobbing, she could feel it, her heart is shattered into tiny pieces and she can't do everything.

“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.”

And Andrei, the immaculate enigma in my little world who always swoops me off my feet and spoils me rotten. Through the years, both men, held my heart in their hands… and theirs in mine. But today, as much as I dread it, I’m going to break one’s heart. Thing is, I know my heart will also break in the process. I don’t really have a choice. Do I?

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

They thought we were in love with each other, but when you grew up as we did, then you’d know, family is important. ‘You have to understand that I can’t just hand you my heart either because people trampled on it already. I don’t even know if I can piece it back together. You know, like Humpty Dumpty, some parts are now so tiny they're like chalk. What do you do with that? I’m broken, and you probably won’t want me, anyway.’ ‘I have to go. Let me wash these, so you can leave,’ she scrambled to leave again, scared of his answer.

“Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.” The music swelled. The crowd watched. And my heart shattered all over again.

Because somehow I know deep inside, what his words could do to my fragile heart and my messed up mind. “Elizabeth, you’re priceless.” They said it’s not the fall that kills; it’s the abrupt halt at the end. And dammit, I don’t know what to do. •••

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.