Working On My Next Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

Tears escaped my eyes as thoughts of us flooded my head and the the thought of us ever being officially TOGETHER vanished. I'm an emotional wreck. I don't give two fucks about anyone or anything and I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe I'm more miserable here than I was there. Who cares? Not me. I seriously don't care about anything anymore. I don't want anything to do with anyone. But the worst part is, I go back to school for the first time since I left tomorrow. Great. Ella's P.O.V Jack looked so sad and venerable yet so god damn fuckable. And since he's going on a fucking spree minds well get him while I can.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

All I knew was that I needed space—space to breathe, to think, to untangle the mess that had become my life. Walking down the street, my mind raced through a fog of confusion and hurt. The lies and the betrayal replayed in an endless loop, each memory slicing through me like a knife. Ian had shattered my trust, and now I felt like a ghost of my former self, lost and aching. I struggled to envision how to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart; the thought seemed overwhelming. For now, I focused solely on the rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement, each step a small affirmation of my determination to move on—one step at a time.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

None of us would let it go. Because the dream wasn’t all lights and freedom and relaxation. It wasn’t all fun and fucking laughs like we thought it would be. It was hard work, it was long hours, and it was worth it. “I got a broken heart because of you, shattered and smashed, it won’t go back,” Conner sings. “You broke it good, baby, ripped it apart. But it still beats, boom boom, yeah it still beats, boom boom . . .now am thinking about us, thinking about me how we gonna be, open my eyes it was only a dreeeeeam.......”

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart. I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal. Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my heart.

"I just hate how things are for you right now. Isn't it better to just end it as he had mentioned?" I lowered my head, feeling bad that I was almost getting convinced by her words. "Do— do you think I'll be fine?" Tears welled in my eyes. "After my last break up, I vowed that I would make my next relationship work out. But now...what do I do?"