Without You I Feel Broke Novels & Stories

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I hear Tobias ask with concern lacing his words as he pushes back on his chair and stands. I tuck my phone back into my bag and then wipe my face using the palms of my hands. Turning around to face him, I don’t bother trying to hide the sensations of defeat plastered across my tired face. “I’m broke.” I simply state with my heart crumbling in the nest of my chest. “I’ve lost my boyfriend to my sister, my bakery, and quite possibly my home along with my dignity.” My voice slightly cracks.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

You wait for them make you feel so warm and fuzzy on the inside like they did yesterday when they wanted you , but instead… they leave you on read. Instead , you see them post statuses about the people they really care about. You see them online , but they ignore you. Instead , they reply with one word answers because they no longer need you. So you just sit there , with the phone in your hand and you feel your insides break like glass. You begin to feel worthless , you begin to feel like no one will love you because there is always some better , some else worth loving. Gimme back my money Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you

So why was I feeling like this? The chorus of idontwannabeyouanymore erupted from my phone. I hadn't even realised the song was playing, I closed my eyes as Billie Eilish sang: If I love you was a promise, Would you break it if you're honest? Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before. I don't wanna be you anymore.

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

BROKEN by Jazz: I deluded myself that we could be one, But somehow, I was glad heartbreak met me, If not I wouldn't have realized your heart, I fell under your spell of love, Lost in the illusions of a Me and You, I can't deny that, But don't you ever say I was a fool, Chorus: All I ever wanted was your love, I never wanted to leave, All I wanted was for you to let me in, But all you did was to BREAK ME Yeah, all you ever did was to B-R-E-A-K ME! Verse 2: I can't believe I thought loving you was enough, Every midnight I still adore you, I miss waking up and seeing you besides me, It's driving me crazy, I was kinda getting used to you being around, I wished my absence hurt you the way it hurt

"You made it perfect." "But I don't remember any of it." Frustration welled up in my chest. "I'm looking at these photos and I know that's me. I know that's my face, my body, my life. But I don't feel it. I don't feel anything except—" I stopped, pressing my hands over my eyes. "Except confused and broken." "You're not broken." "I forgot my own child, Calloway. I forgot my husband. I forgot two entire years of my life. If that's not broken, I don't know what is."

I never held my hand out and asked for something free I got pride I could roll out for miles in front of me I don't need your help, and I don't need sympathy I don't need you to lower the bar for me I know I'm Superwoman, I know I'm strong I know I've got this 'cause I've had it all along I'm phenomenal and I'm enough I don't need you to tell me who to be Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Can someone just know me? 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful

I composed myself and called my mom to come get me. Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. "Ella, what's wrong?" He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left. Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely. "That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.