Broken Hearted Guy Quotes の小説・ストーリー

He’d used these hands to pull men out of burning wreckage, to dismantle bombs, to shield lives with nothing more than instinct and brute force. But they couldn’t hold on to love. They never could. A bitter laugh scraped from his throat, dry and without humor. God, he was a cliché. The soldier left behind. The tough guy with the broken heart. He clenched his jaw and leaned forward, elbows on knees, fists curled tight as if he could squeeze the ache out of his chest with sheer will. “I’m done,” he muttered. The words surprised him. He hadn’t meant to say them aloud. But once they were out, they echoed like truth.

"Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like that or cross a line." "You didn't. It was a long time ago," he sighs. "And back then I was alone and after an ugly break-up. I thought things can't get any worse and I was right. It can get only better. You will never forget, but you will learn to live with the pain, it's just who we are. We are humans, we feel, we cry, we laugh. And all is easier when it's shared. So I beg you, speak to me." "I think I love you."

Grief clung to him like a shadow, the pain in his eyes so raw it almost made me pity him. "I've already admitted my mistakes," he said hoarsely. "Can't you give me one last chance to make things right?" I gave a short, bitter laugh and pointed at the fluttering paper outside. "My heart is like those scraps—once it's shattered, you can't piece it back together. Even if you tried, the cracks would still remain. No matter what you do, it'll never be whole again." That was the longest conversation I'd had with him in a long time. But this time, I wanted to make sure he understood.

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

“Of course, you’ll never get tired of hurting me, because you have no heart, King Jester. I just hope one day... you’ll finally see the truth.” Tears streamed endlessly down my cheeks as I spoke those words, each one carrying the weight of my shattered soul. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, overflowing with rage, grief, and helplessness. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down, wiping my tears with trembling hands.

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs. ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~

to wither away. Maybe that was the motivation India needed to kill him. It was valid enough. Being heartbroken. I couldn't say that I've never been heartbroken in my entire life but my heart wasn't shattered by a romantic lover. More along the lines of family members and close friends. It hurts. It used to hurt so bad.

“What about ones who have made mistakes? Had boyfriends who hurt them? Men who told them they could make their dreams come true, only to take everything they possibly can? Are they not broken?” “I meant they don’t need fixing,” he stated again and I swear I could feel frustration building, gripping his hand tighter in mine, aware of a tingling sensation travelling down my arms, towards my heart. “Go on then, what do they need?” “The right person to love them.” “Simple as that?” I scoff. “Simple as that,” he repeats, his voice softening to a gravelly, deep bass. The kind of voice that makes a bar go quiet when they overhear it. It doesn’t scare me.

“A very importαnt friend. I cαn’t give you αnything more thαn thαt. My heαrt… it doesn’t work thαt wαy αnymore. I don’t think I cαn love αnyone αgαin in this lifetime. I’m sorry.” Theo’s jαw tightened for α second‚ αnd I could tell the words hurt him‚ but he still gαve me α smαll tired smile. “At leαst you finαlly sαid it cleαrly‚” he murmured. “Guess I cαn’t compete with α mαn who broke you thαt bαdly‚ huh?” I looked αwαy‚ my chest tightening. “Theo—”