Without You I Feel Broke Novels & Stories

I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to cry, shout at him, tell him that I had feelings too, but it was of no use. I just dropped my phone on my bed because if I continued reading the article, I will break down entirely. I buried my head in my pillow and screamed, I cried and cried till I had no tears left. I was heartbroken, I had a tiny hope that maybe one day he would see me for me, but all those hope were already shattered. Serena call came in but I did not have the strength to talk to anyone, I knew she wanted to talk about it but I did not, so I declined her calls. I wanted to be alone for now. After a few hours, I fell asleep.

I pushed past the servers, past the security guards, and stumbled out into the concrete alley behind the hotel. The air was freezing, but the heat of the tears burning down my face felt worse. I leaned against the cold brick wall, my knees giving out as I slid down to the wet ground. I buried my face in my hands, letting out a ragged, choked sob. I was completely broke. I had no job, no credit, and the man I trusted had just erased my existence with a single click. "If you wrote that code, you're a fool for letting a boy steal it."

Helpless, overly weak, literally broken, feeling betrayed, totally crumbled, I dropped my ass on one of the roadside benches on the street, broke down in tears. Why had he done this? I didn't deserve this, did I? *** (Hey guys! Happy New Year! Wishing you all a prosperous 2021! So, how was this chapter? Did you like it? Don't forget to drop a comment/review!)

I know you're not tired of understanding me, so this is me now because of you, I love you Don't think it's over. Not even able to talk to you. you are still here in my heart, because you taught me how to appreciate. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:] Even if we're not together now, the ala ala always come back Let's see when you were still taking care of me I wish you knew I love you. Even if we're not together now, the ala ala always come back. Let's see when you were still taking care of me.

“Talk to me.” She hesitated for a moment before finally meeting my gaze. “I feel so broken, Caden. Ryder, Jaxon… everything with them has shattered me. And now I’m here with you, leaning on you, and it feels wrong. Like I’m using you to fill the cracks they left behind.”

I have to write new songs for an album too. I sigh. "I need words. I need words." I muttered to myself as I massage my temples. I stare at my empty glass and I think of Miranda again. I think of the words she just said to herself a while ago. I think of her confession that shattered my entire world into pieces. I take a pause as I begin to write down some words that suddenly fills my head. You say you’re a mess You said that you’re broke All that I see are crystal tears Shining through these empty fears

Typed: *why* The three dots appeared for a long time. *because i cost you something i didn't know i was costing you, and i don't like owing people, and i owe you.* *you don't owe me anything* *i owe you a rematch, at least. clean this time. no surprises.* Dani looked up. Bri and Jess were both leaning in, reading over her shoulder without pretending not to. "He paid off your bet," Jess said, delighted. "That's insane. That's the most romantic insane thing I've ever heard."

I’m having a bad, perhaps even a horrible hangover and the heat of the sun was slowly killing me. I just walked and walked and walked not really having a real destination. And it really sucks and frustrating that I’m heartbroken and a mess. I spent all of my cash yesterday and I’m basically broke as fuck that even if I want to buy something cold to relieve the drought inside my throat, I just don’t have any other option but to swallow my own fucking saliva.

But after her people broke my hands and ruined my face, I knew the more I spoke, the less she'd listen. I set the freshly mixed whiskey down right in front of her. Sure enough, she took one sniff before slinging the icy drink straight at my white button-down. "It tastes yucky. You are bad at this." I didn't care. She had money, so I kept mixing. After all, I made 20 bucks off every drink I mixed. Mom was in the hospital, racking up thousands in medical bills every day. I didn't have any better way to make money. A single piano gig would've paid me hundreds of thousands back then. Medical bills? They wouldn't have even been an issue.

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slightly. “You’re not going to like it,” I mutter. “I’ll decide that,” she says softly. God. I close my eyes for a second, then open them again. No running….not this time. “Because I’m broke, Marcella.” The words come out flat at first, but they land heavy between us. “I’m… fucking broke,” I repeat, quieter now, like saying it twice somehow makes it more real. “I don’t have money. I don’t have connections. I don’t have… anything impressive.”