White Broken Heart Novels & Stories

🥀 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.

Though the truth is, I don’t know what being whole means, as I haven’t been whole for the last seven years. “That she left you doesn’t mean your heart will automatically stop beating for her. Think of it like a phantom limb. It’s no longer there, but the nerves don’t know that… so they keep sending out signals, hoping to contact it… and even after weeks of not getting a response. They keep trying until they are taught through therapy… that the limb was never going to come back and they simply have to learn to live without it.” Her final words were like daggers to my broken heart, and I had to desperately hold back my tears to avoid breaking down in front of her.

Clara There is a certain fear that comes with having your heart broken. The fear of loving again. I've already talked about scars , but the invisible wound that takes the longest time to heal is that of a blue and black heart that is torn apart . You don't pay attention to the wound instead you pretend your bruised but not broken. You treat the symptom and not the cause, and when you finally treat the cause you find out you've caused more damage by not dealing with the cut or wound sooner.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

"I don't think Andien would have any trouble getting plastic surgery. She has enough wealth, especially since you said someone managed to get into Vishnu's study." "I've known you for a long time, Kenan. You still love Andien, so you decided to keep looking for her. Andien has suffered more than any woman could accept!" Kenan didn't answer when his mobile phone rang and he saw Alinda's name on the screen. "What's wrong Alinda?" asked Mark. "Anjani. Anjani had a heart attack. The hospital needs permission to operate," Alinda replied quickly. "What? Why didn't the hospital call me?" Kenan asked loudly.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Broken heart. Heartbreak can have an impact on people who experience it. Some are heartbroken and evolve into fake humans. In that sense, they are turning into a successful human being. Starting from a broken heart, they crawled up for revenge for hurt feelings. Some turn into psychopaths when they experience great heartbreak. And Cheryl is not among those humans. The girl just curled up all day until all night in bed. Crying, yes, she cried. Juna broke all of her bones, down from the spine to the marrow. Extraordinary. Just eating, she has no appetite.

I can not do anything! The worst thing is that I can't stand properly even if I want to. My foot hurts a lot and, for safety precaution, I should not move it until the paramedics arrive. Luckily, Carmelita's car did not explode in the distance. The bumper is just a little broken, and based on the collision of the car with the tree, the front part of the car is also flattened. I remember that the front glass of the car also had a crack. Fortunately, it didn't actually break. If it's broken, I'm sorry for my face. I am still grateful. I must be a really bad weed.

“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.”

As though something essential had been switched off, removed. Hearts were supposed to break all at once, like dropped glass. But Belinda's had been different. Hers had cracked slowly, a fault line opening in real time. Hairline fractures that deepened with each breath, spreading through her like infection, until they weren't cracks anymore but chasms. Caverns where love had lived, now filled with something darker, colder, patient as permafrost.