Her Shattered Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sleepless night

Submitted: February 06, 2011

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It's been exactly twenty eight days. They felt like ages. And the pain was unbearable. Her whole body was hurting. She couldn't take it anymore. She was exhausted. Twenty eight sleepless nights. Her face looked yellow. And her bloodshot eyes were never dry. She tried to sleep, but she couldn't. She sighed and opened her eyes. The room was pitch dark. Everything was black, but she wasn't really looking. Her eyes were somewhere else. She never felt like this before. She never loved anyone like that before. They've been together for a month, but it felt like it was a decade. The little shatters left of her heart were pinching through her torso. She couldn't even breath. \"Get the hell out of my head!\" She whispered between her loud sobs. He was all she thought about. She would be talking to her friends and acting all normal while she's suffering inside. They would mention his name infront of her and she'd casually smile like nothing's wrong. But they don't know that every time she hears his name is like salty water burning through wounded flesh. She sat up and took a large sip of water. Her eyes were burning. She was so tired, but everytime she tried to sleep, her brain would travel all the way to the box of painful memories. It was like her brain was punishing her for her stupidity. She knew all along that he was going to break her heart. Her head would tell her to stay away, but her heart would pull her closer and closer to him. She missed everything about him. His voice, the smell of his shirt, his soft hair between her fingers. She mostly missed his lips. The way they brushed against hers when they kissed. She loved everything about him. He was her definition of perfect. And now it's all over. He can't fix what he broke. He probably doesn't even want to. She dragged her feet through her small room, trying to get herself to stop thinking, but nothing could help. It was so bad. Her life felt like it's coming to an end. She hated how much she missed him. She hated how much she loved him. She hated herself for not being strong enough to hate him. She wanted to stop loving him so bad that she was angry at herself. So angry. She wanted to die, just for this pain to end. A million question marks were dangeling above her head. None of them had answers. She wished a cold-hearted murderer would jump through her open window and stab her right in the heart. She sighed and walked back to bed. Five more hours passed. They felt like five years. Her eyes were still wide open. She closed her eyes and decided to dream. Even in her dreams she saw him. His gorgeous smile and his beautiful eyes would shine ahead of her and she'd smile back. And then he'd close the door on her, locking her outside. The same exact nightmare, every single night. She closed her eyes tighter, hoping she'd still see his face. Even if he didn't want to see hers. She squeezed her eyes tighter and smiled.


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