You Can Break A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

We both were panting as I could feel our heartbeat becoming fast by each passing. I brushed my lips against his lips which were quivering in dread and spoke huskily. "....How come you are a heartbreaker when you are heartbroken yourself?" And that was it, all it took was this sentence to break him apart, to scatter him. My statement broke his heart. I asked sadly as a tear fell from his eyes. He was on the verge of a breakdown. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

He starts sobbing almost immediately, and her heart breaks for him. “Oh, Sweetie. That’s it let it all out. I’m here. I love you. I can take your sadness, as much as your anger. I will bear it all to have you. Do you hear me.” He nods, still sobbing and clinging to her. “I have had people angry at me for most of my life for one reason or another, and most of them would have killed me if I couldn’t handle it. I am not easily broken. Hurt, yes. Damaged, yes. But broken? Only one man ever broke me, and that was by dying in front of me.”

He said. "Who's fault is it?You boys always think you can have your way,you hurt us and then you think that a simple apology can fix it all. When a glass is broken, it's impossible to put the pieces back to the way it was before,same thing applies to the heart. When you break someone's heart, it's hard to get it back to the way it was"I told him. "But it's not impossible right? please Liv,help me,I really I'm sorry, I'll do anything to win her back,I know I don't deserve her but I'm that selfish"He said.

“You can’t spend five whole years loving someone and then wake up one morning and decide to turn that love to hate immediately, just because they hurt you.” “So what am I supposed to do?” My eyes dropped to my cup. “Take your time.” I looked at him. “And you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened. He lost a good woman.” I felt proud in that moment but I said nothing. “It’s okay to still have feelings for someone who has hurt you. They will fade with time.” I felt my chest lighten up immediately. Everyone else would have told me to move on from Dan, or get a new man so I could forget him. But no one said it was okay to still… feel.

"When two people really love each other, and then one of them, could be the boy or the girl. Love someone new, or leaves the first person he was with, for another girl. The first girl would be sad, and hurt. Or if someone dies in a family, and the members cry, and start feeling sad and hurt, you can say they are heartbroken." I explained in as quick as I could, in the weirdest way as possible. And her eyes dilated in amazement at this. "So if you take me back to where you found me, I am definitely going to cry because I would be sad. And then hurt that you left me. So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah?"

Relief, anguish, love so raw it made her chest ache. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said hoarsely. “And yet,” Aria replied, folding her arms, “here I am. Watching you drown yourself in the rain. What are you doing?” “Breaking,” Ethan admitted simply. His voice was barely audible over the downpour. “I’m breaking, Aria.” Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to remain steady. “You should go inside before you get sick.” He gave an empty laugh. “What does it matter? The sickness is already here.” He pressed a fist against his chest. “It’s been here since the day I lost you.”

The moment she said, “I don’t love you,” I felt the heart that was previously happy inside of me crack. It didn’t give a dramatic sound like the shatter of glass, but the quiet, brutal kind of break you only feel in your chest when the air suddenly refuses to move through your lungs due to external forces caused by an unpalatable situation.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

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.

he murmurs. His voice is rougher now. And that does something to me I don’t want to think about. I shake my head before I can stop myself. A mistake. Another one. His eyes search mine like he’s trying to understand something. Or maybe trying to make sure this is real. Because honestly? I’m not sure it is either. Then his thumb brushes lightly against my cheek. Soft. Unexpected. And that— That’s what breaks something in me. Because this? This isn’t just heat.