#heartbreakstories

[emotionalghostown]

The 007

This one is about Jake—a rich kid with hazel eyes and a magnetic pull I couldn’t resist. I met him through my mentee at a house party in the fanciest part of the city, the kind of party I’d only seen in movies. His apartment was sleek and spacious, practically begging for trouble, filled with people whose effortless wealth radiated from the walls.

His friends were textbook bourgeois. I’d been around snobby rich kids before, thanks to my private school scholarship back home, but this was a whole different level. These people weren’t just rich—they were powerful. They knew it, and they made sure everyone else did, too. The men wore their privilege like it was a family heirloom, and the women around them were all perfectly slim, polished, like they’d been cut from some expensive mold. I felt like Ginny Humphrey when her dad married Lily: what in the Gossip Girl was I doing here?

But thank the lord for my Scorpio rising. I had piercing black eyes and a razor-sharp wit to match. My private school education had taught me how to blend in, how to be a chameleon in any social setting. So, I played the part, fighting my way into their world with a smoothness I’d perfected over the years. I could laugh at their jokes, volley back their sarcastic comments, and make them think I belonged. But the whole time, I was thinking, This is a game, and I’m damn good at it.

Jake, though, was infuriatingly aloof. He didn’t flirt, didn’t even give me a second glance in public like he had an image to uphold. Still, I could feel the tension when we walked to the party, a silent pull that made my blood boil. By the time we got there, I was ready for something to happen.

Fueled by the frustration (and half a bottle of Monbazillac), I found myself wandering to the kitchen to grab water. And then I felt him behind me, close enough that I could sense his presence before I turned around. He was standing there, looking at me with those impossibly sexy hazel eyes. I started to walk away, but he leaned in and asked if he could kiss me. I laughed, partly from nerves, but he leaned in closer, his voice all smooth and quiet, and asked, “Don’t you want to?”

Oh, I wanted to. And that was all it took. We made out right there, and soon we found our way to his room, where we had the kind of soul-shattering sex that makes you believe in cosmic connections. That night turned into a week, and then into months. Every time he was in town, we would meet up, and the same thing would happen. It was primal, physical, just pure raw lust. I didn’t know anything about his life, and he didn’t know much about mine. We rarely spoke, but when we did, it was as if words only got in the way. It was freeing, easy, and insanely pleasurable.

But you can feel the but coming, can’t you?

One summer night, I was out with a friend at a bar when my phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw Jake’s name. Now, you have to understand—he never called. We’d been doing this thing for over a year, and all we ever did was text. So when his name showed up, I knew something was off. I picked up, and right away, I could tell he sounded drowsy and a little paranoid. I asked him what was wrong, and he laughed, saying, “Damn, how’d you know?” He asked if he could come meet me, and, feeling curious, I told him to come by the bar.

When he arrived, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. I immediately knew something was wrong, and he looked me dead in the eyes, saying, “You know me as Jake, that is my real name but that’s not the full story.” I raised an eyebrow and joked, “What are you, CIA or something?” He smirked, but this time his face was dead serious. “Yeah, actually, good job. And tonight, I think I blew my cover.”

I laughed, thinking he was joking, but his face was dead serious. He told me he actually was CIA and that he’d messed up on an assignment that night. He looked me in the eyes, and I realized he wasn’t kidding. He said he needed me to help him clear his head, that I was detached enough from him and smart enough, and he just wanted to be in my arms tonight.

So there I was, walking him home, feeling like I’d fallen into some bizarre, high-stakes spy thriller. He started telling me details I’ll never repeat because, frankly, I’d like to avoid jail time. When we got to his apartment, we kept the lights off and tiptoed to his room. And as I turned to get ready for bed, I saw him in the moonlight. He was checking a gun, making sure it was loaded before he slid into bed beside me. He held onto me, practically trembling, and I stroked his hair, trying to calm him down.

I stayed awake, terrified out of my mind, listening to his breathing slow as he drifted off to sleep. Guns aren’t exactly common here in Europe unless you’re law enforcement or someone in deep, dark places, so the whole situation felt surreal, like a scene from a smut novel gone terribly wrong. I lay there in the dark, trying to make sense of everything, but I couldn’t shake the fear.

And that was the last time I ever saw him. He vanished just as mysteriously as he’d appeared, leaving me with a night of secrets and a story no one would believe.

[onnoyomonon]

একলা গানের গল্প : প্রেমের গল্প পুজোর গল্প | Ekla Ganer Golpo: A New Bengali Short Film 2024 Full Short Film Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMWtw6vJkeM

🧑‍ Credits: Story Name: Ekla Ganer Golpo (একলা গানের গল্প) Category: Love story, Heartbreak Story, Song story, Puja Story Language: Bengali Direction: Anmitra Banerjee Cast: Suman Majumder, Ankhi Mehek, Surjit Pramanik, Kuhu Mandal, Pritam Ghosh, Akash Saha and Mr. Kingshuk Dutta Cinematography: Rakesh Banerjee and Shoubhik Bhattacharya Editor: Pratim Biswas Screenplay: Anmitra Banerjee & Shubhojit Sarkar Singer: Abhik Mukhopadhyay & Suman Majumder Composer: Prasanta Patra Lyricist: Anmitra Banerjee Music Arrangement: Sanjoy Chatterjee Background Music: Ritam - Arijit Sound Recorded: Arshi - Suman Makeup: Lydon Ghazi Decoration: Parag Dutta Art: Rony Mallick Collaborations: Arijit Mondal, Mandeep Saha, Varun Poddar, Devakanti Mahadani and Banani Das Acknowledgments: Ranjit Roy Management: Shubhojit Sarkar Assistant Directors: Tamoghan Bose and Joy Gode Team Onnoyo Monon: Debapratim Dasgupta, Abhijit Das, Somdatta Bhattacharya, Joy Roy, Lydon Ghazi and Deepa Chowdhury Produced: Dev Aditya Sinha Roy, Siddharth Paul and Debarati Singh Roy Digital Advisor: Sanjay Sen ‪@StudioViolina‬ Label: ‪@OnnoyoMonon‬

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[newepisodetodayoffical]

The broken hearts with red thread Episode 1 written update: Jul 13, 2024

The broken hearts with red thread Episode 1 written update: Jul 13, 2024 #TheBrokenHearts #RedThreadEpisode1 #HeartbreakStories #FacebookSeries #EmotionalEpisodes hi…..guys,i hope you guys safe and happy ,lets start today’s episode. In singhania’s mansion, time:6:30 a.m, vansh is very disciplined person when its comes to workout,business as his father,so he never miss  his morning…

[alice-in-her-wonderblogs]

How to stop yourself from expecting something? For me. I think of negative thoughts about it instead of dreaming of something good. I prepare myself with the worst so I can enjoy any small thing that will come in my favor.

[sterrenvanger]

A story of love, and heartbreak, and love

I tell myself ‘you cannot keep loving him the rest of your life’ I convince myself ‘it will get better’ I comfort myself ‘you will stop missing him’ I strengthen myself ‘you are worth so much more’ I assure myself ‘you two are not meant to be together’ Tears well up in my eyes as I realise ‘I still love him’.

[refugeofthesoul]

Today we could have turned two years of being one... But you decided that it was better to delude me with a happily ever after and then, in the end, to be able to leave me alone with a lot of love for you and a lot of hatred for me

A sad girl.

[ameliesaesthetic]

I respond to your warm texts coldly.

“Let me guess. You’re tired of hearing about her,” you say.

“It’s fine.” I sigh. “You’re in love or whatever.”

Just not in love with me.

[jowriteist]

Heartbroken Girl

The emptiness of your presence lingers as I tightened the grip on my blanket. Thoughts, useless hope takes over my mind leaving no trace of power. Weakness could be my middle name. Why am I obsessed with someone who wants nothing to do with me? Why do I dream of you by my side each night knowing that a dream, is all it will stay? Even though your photos, I can feel that warm smile of yours even if it's not for me. Are you making someone else laugh as hard as I did? Is she everything you could wish for? Why wasn´t I that person? Failure to make him fall in love was an endless storm of battles that had no victory. The hurt, the pain was the armor that was defeatless. It broke with a thousand pings silence by your hand. When I close my eyes, your haunting face is there glowing at the deepest part of my soul. I knew you were everything I wanted, needed, but never could have. You would take a step closer to me and emptiness is all you feel. In my chest, a zoo would be roaming on and my heart would be uncontrollable. The warmth slitters through every bone smiling at the sight of you. Mutual feelings were lost before it even begins. Shut my eyes, and cough in those tears because, in the end, it was useless for you. If I care, I hurt. If I choose to love you despite your invisible affections for me, I hold on to the part when you did care. When you smile at the sight of me long before I have ever even begun the thought of ever loving you. The beginning started with you. Why did it end? Was it because I left, I moved? Endless questions all answer by three words. He doesn´t care. He never will. Again. Dreams would be the only chance I could see you, feel you, be close to you. I can smell in that scent I so long to be by my side. Walking through on my way to school praying I would see you again. It´s been years, my boy, where have you been. What adventures have you gone? Who have you loved? I sighed in disapproval at the fact that I still cared.

Years passed. The emotions were still as strong as day one. It never grew legs and walk out. Was it destiny? Was this pain a part of a plan for us to be together again? One day. That hope consume my heart and my head. I cried myself to sleeping knowing this is what denied felt like. What heartbreak is? It´s real, I choke on my sobs knowing he´s laughing with another girl. I´m slowly drowning in what broken pieces of my heart scatter. My eyes sting as another tear rain, pouring down my dangerous eye. Young girls don´t know what love was, the elders said. Why didn´t we? Why couldn´t we? If we felt and endure pain, why wasn´t that the same for love?

I returned back to the place where it all begins. Those empty benches were once where we talked and smile upon each other for hours. The slides were where we ran tagging each other with a fool´s smile. The sun reflected on those perfect features of yours and a smile was born on my lips. For you, you only, my love. Reality strike and there you sat.

I couldn´t peel my eyes away and that pain suddenly erased. The memories of happiness returns as my tears were flowing around. It never fell because your chocolate eyes fell upon. A mistouch of pain flickered through my body as the warmth spread around. The love hurt as it rivers through my heart. I wanted you to run and put your arms around me as you missed me too. Like you did love me as you had said before. This wasn´t all a dream and my pain was not weakness. It was not wasted.

You kept staring, looking at me. The insecure thoughts came through my mind, I´m too ugly for him to miss. Not a special trait I had owned. I closed my eyes by my own disappointment and when they open you were gone.

You ran from me with that heart of yours I wanted to own. The same one that I needed your love from. Why did you love? Why won´t you return?

The answer was simple and as crystal as ice. He no longer loves you.

[cauchuyenthangmuoi]

what do you do when what you used to believe now has fallen apart #innerpeace #thoughts #november #nolstagia #heartbreakstory #coffee #manki #comeawaywithme #talk #falling #getlostandwander #exploretocreate #lonelyplanet #saigon #hcmc #scenery #moodyweekend #vscocam #vscogood #vscodaily #instadaily #instagood #nokiaphotography #nokia72 (at MANKI) https://www.instagram.com/p/CILUa4plnS6/?igshid=joinnxrz1lco

[yobabyitsme]

Day. 1 March 14,2017 Tuesday. counting the days on how much it hurts to lose someone, to end up things, that's not supposed to end but I was so mad. So mad that I exploded. Said the words that shouldn't be said. Put him down, Degraded him and called him names. He did the same. He did the unthinkable, the sharp words that cut through my heart. Put me down, degraded me, called me names. I was dead. Dead to him. It happened to fast. blocked. Erased. Gone.

@yobabyitsme

[nuniek]

I once believed in my dream and I was so sure it will be come true one day, because the one I was dreaming of gave me hope. So with that dream I kept on riding the rollercoaster year, craved for happiness that cost a crying river, lack of appreciation & affection, only to find the one I was dreaming of was not on the same page with me. The one's happiness was my top priority but sadly, one’s happiness was not with me... Thus, I moved on. 💔 #nutstory #nutsthought #nutstyle #nutslyfe #love #heartbreakstory #moveon #letgo #dream #santorinipark #nutsinthailand #thailand #nutsinchaam #chaam #nutsantoriniparkstay (at Santorini Park Cha-Am)

[newepisodetodayoffical]

Dil Ko Tumse Pyaar Hua Written Update: Chirag Turns Down Jahnvi's Proposal

Dil Ko Tumse Pyaar Hua Written Update: Chirag Turns Down Jahnvi’s Proposal Dil Ko Tumse Pyaar Hua 26th July 2024 Written Episode Update: Chirag Rejects Jahnvi’s Proposal #DilKoTumsePyaarHua #ChiragRejectsJahnvi #26thJuly2024Episode #LoveTriangle #HeartbreakStory Dil Ko Tumse Pyaar Hua 26th July 2024 Written Episode, Written Update on jhanakserial.today Deepika rejoices when a vendor brings…

[alice-in-her-wonderblogs]

It is unfair to ask someone to wait for you. Things happen everyday. You don't know what might change.

[yummytrips]

I act like I don't care, but deep down under I swear I really don't care. Thank the person who breaks you so bad that you are left with no choice but to stand up stronger (and sexier) 😉 #lifehacks #heartbroken #heartbreakstories #idontcare #stronggirls #staystrong #itsahappylife #lifeisjustfair #lovelife (at The Heights, Jersey City)

[andrewpacer24]

EPISODE ONE: So, if you don't know me I am a pretty generally nice guy. And there has been this girl in my life for the last few years that has been in the back of my mind because things between her and I ended on a rough note at the end of high school. Long story short, her and I were a thing, some things got out of control for various reasons, I had a girlfriend at the time (that wasn't her) and she was talking to this other guy (that wasn't me). So we were both equally at fault but were too young and stupid to come clean with our respective parties and be together. So the years went by and she had been dating that guy (that wasn't me) the whole time, whom I went to college with and knew that he was cheating on her with multiple chicks the whole time. But thats neither here nor there. So over this past summer her and I finally reconnected and talked for the first time in three years. It was everything I had longed for during the time she was away. We caught up, talked, laughed, joked and even planned a second get together before we both returned to school. We agreed at the end of the summer that we were going to give each other some time to think about what we wanted, she finally being single wanted time to "find her independence" and I, who was struggling to make my current relationship work wanted that time to figure out what I wanted as well. So I waiting from August until November when we agreed we would talk. Little did I know during that time she got back together with him and had no intentions of speaking to me in the future. Meanwhile, I ended things with my girlfriend and had planned on spending the next few months rebuilding our friendship. Boy was I wrong. The series of photos above is the conversation that occurred between her and I over that Thanksgiving break. She was very vague with her answers, kept her words concise, and avoided any further communication at all costs. Now instead of being honest with me right then and there and telling me that they were back together I had to find out the hard way, which was his tweet just moments later. Ouch. Don't worry, its a juicy tale and there is more to come because this was only the beginning. Names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. Look at how thoughtful I am.