Working On My Next Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My mind was in a haze thinking of the situation I put myself into right now. I just came fresh from a heartbreak and letting in someone was just so hard for me right now. I'm still fixing myself and getting a better version, reflecting on the lessons that I got from that heartbreak from my previous relationship. I'm still in the process of moving on and wasn't even yet in the middle part of the process. The heartbreak was still so fresh…

The only thing I care about is another chance with the only girl I’ve ever really wanted mere inches away. “They’re recording me,” I inform her, my heart pounding against my chest. It’s nearly in pieces without her. Aching in a way I’ve never known, and would never know what to call it if she hadn’t walked out yesterday. "Tomorrow I’ll be all over social media as the heartbroken guy begging on his girl’s doorstep. And I don’t care. I just want to make this right.”

I avoided her reaching hands. "Sophia, please stop. It's over. Can't we each move on?" "Do you hate me? You can scold me, even hit me, but please don't treat me like this." It felt absurd to see her acting so devoted. She had clearly said before that I was just a stand-in, yet now she was putting on this melodramatic act. It was sickening. "Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life."

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.

Worst of all, every single thing I do or see reminds me of him. Oh how I hate this phase. This heart broken phase of feeling hollow, hopeless, helpless. But I've done this so many times and I know the recipe to mend my broken heart. That's why I mop around the entire weekend, pouring my heart out in front of my besties -thank God for technology-, drown myself in alcohol and junk food, sleep all day then cry till I'm tired, hit repeat. By Monday I force myself to be up and running so I can get on my track to being a successful woman. First, ace this internship. Then finish my degree. Finally, into the workforce and find a loaded man to marry.

Tears stream down my face. My phone buzzes again. It’s Maybelline calling me back. This time, I do throw my phone across the room. It smashes against the wall, sending glass everywhere. I don’t care if I have to buy an old dumb-phone or a pay-as-you-go plan. Right now, I just have to get out of here. Where will I go? I don’t know. How will I make money? No clue. The one thing I do know is that my heart is broken. The two people who meant most to me in my life betrayed me. How could I have been so stupid?

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

I shouted and hit the glass table, and it broke. "You see that glass table? Think? Think of me. You shattered it.NoNo matter what you do, you will never be able to rebuild it. NoNo matter what else you do. "The harm has been done," I said, looking down at my bleeding hand.They just listened to me, and I just turned my back on them. They matter. Hopefully, someday I'll be the person next to you. I hope next time you will love me, at least for a moment.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️