When A Heart Breaks It Don't Break Even Novels & Stories

"Alessia, with Scarlett... I was a fool. The place in my heart was always yours." "But I was blind, and I trampled on your love again and again." "Alessia…" He tried to continue his confession, but the executioners had surrounded him. As cold handcuffs snapped around his bloody wrist, he was still calling my name. But it was all too late. I walked out of the Commission hall without a backward glance. Outside, I took the bullet casing from Vincenzo's hand and smashed it on the marble steps. The sharp metallic clang cut through the silence.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you wrong. But you have to give me a chance.” The doubts rush out of my lips. I can’t help saying, “I really, really cannot handle any form of heartbreak this time, Cal. If... if you break my heart, I’ll probably die.” His lips pull into a smile that never forms. “I’m serious. People can die of a heartbreak and I’ll die of one if you break my heart 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?"

Someone who wouldn’t shatter my heart into a million pieces. Just maybe.

“Don’t break her heart And later on in life, don’t break your own heart. Its not worth it!” Before I could respond, I felt his hand slip around my waist. He spun me around so quickly that our bodies pressed tightly together, no space at all - so close you couldn’t fit a single sheet of paper between us. I was so wrapped up in fighting back tears and pain that I barely noticed he’d moved behind me.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

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.

Top of Form *** "It was said that a heart that has been broken can never feel pain again, that it becomes immune to hurt because it has already tasted the bitter sting of heartbreak. But as Chloe stood there with tears streaming down her face, she knew that whoever had said those words had never experienced a second heartbreak." The pain she felt right now felt fresh, raw, and intense as if it was the first time. This was only a reminder that heartbreak was not a one-time event but an ongoing process.

Adrian didn't glance her way, keeping his firm grip on the wheel as he spoke with a quiet, unyielding severity devoid of remorse: — "Do not delude yourself, Dana, and do not weave stories that never existed in the first place... I never deceived you, nor did I ever make you a promise. You went along with this game of your own free will and full awareness." Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, and a bitter coldness settled inside the car; she couldn't tell how the vehicle's air conditioning had suddenly turned so icy, while her face gradually transformed from the weakness of a heartbroken lover into that of a woman determined to scorch the heart of the man who had broken hers.