You're Breaking My Heart Anakin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Armina's perspective: I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I'm okay. That my heart isn't breaking into a million pieces the same way it feels like my heart is about too. When Grace leaves to make me a cup of tea, I break down. My body shaking with sobs as I try with everything in me to reach Aiden, Shayne or Tristan. Everything feels empty and dark, like I'm trying to reach someone who doesn't exist.

"I am capable of apologizing when I am being a dick, Rav" Raven moved closer to me. I made no effort to stand up. I closed my eyes briefly. "You need to go" I murmured to the young girl "Not today, Raven. I am not in the mood. My mind is…" Once again I allowed my voice to trail off because I couldn't admit the truth. How could I admit that my mind was broken? Aniston broke me. I smiled sadly. I never thought a girl was capable of doing that till now. "I am sure you can manage"

Not anyone. But my heart… My heart broke. He didn’t believe me. He really didn’t believe me.

Anaya nods. "Which is?" She needs to know, then she can hopefully help if it happens again. "You, breaking your heart breaks mine, Anaya. Seeing your face and how guilty you felt. It broke me, and I can't, I can't make my mind forget that long enough to even consider doing anything. I can't do anything while I think you will be sitting there blaming yourself." Anaya nods smiling. "Good, because I would, no matter what Marcus, I would." She looks at him as he bursts out laughing.

Anakiyus's voice drifted in the air like a solemn promise. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt like I was drowning; I couldn't breathe. My voice ceased and I passed out from the hurt of being separated from him. As everything went black, I knew I would never see Anakiyus and Nas again.

"You’re gonna have to try. For both of us. You know I’m not big on sentimental emotions." I could feel her frustration, adding to my broken heart and internal pain. I wanted to scream. Scream at the Moon Goddess for keeping my mate from me. Scream at the girl taking the closest thing I had to love. Scream at Isaiah for breaking my heart. Nina threw back her head and howled.

He roared at me. I widened my eyes as I staggered back. I gripped the Moon crest particle in my hand as it seemed to be the only thing keeping me sane and strong. "I don't know the wrong you speak of. But I know that if you let me in, I can mend your broken heart. If you let me in, I won't give you a reason to feel this way. . ." I whispered as tears escaped my eyes.

And for a moment, I almost believed him. But no. I couldn’t. I couldn’t give in like this. I’d rather die than believe another man. I tugged my arm free, this time with enough force to break his grip. I glanced at him, the walls inside me were already crumbling. And for the first time, I felt... something. Something I can’t ignore. “Hell, No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m not some charity case.” “Doesn’t matter.” Nathan’s voice hardens. “You’re not leaving.”

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai