can you hear the sound of my heart as it shatters on the floor?; copyright © 2018

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

Suffering from anxiety, depression and insomnia Isabelle thinks about taking her life, her friends soon find out about her condition and begs for her to stay. She gives them 7 months to 'fix' her but if they don't/can't she'll take her life. How will this end?

I really loved him but everything fell apart that day. It's not like I didn't know what was going on; I knew it, deeply in my mind, I knew it. And just when I thought my heart was settling down again, Ryan came into my life. Little did I know that I had just been in the eye of the storm. How to fix a broken heart? A wounded soul? How are you supposed to keep going when your world is falling apart? Faith and conviction. "Both looked at each other's eyes a new that, this time, it was meant to be".

Sorry? Sorry for what? You didn't do anything. This will never be your fault. I don't even know where to start. There is so much i want to say. But the more i look at you the more it hurts me. Your nervous and scared. You won't even keep eye contact for more than two seconds before you look away again. Your arms are folded into your stomach. Like your too scared to move or say anything else. I have destroyed you haven't I?

The broken can never be healed. The same weak cracks will always be there no matter how hard you wish for them to fade. I am facing more grief than I can handle at the moment. Then add on my new professional hockey career and the fact that my biggest nightmare might walk free in a few months, and you get a piece of glass about to shatter into a million unsalvageable pieces. Here's to hoping everything doesn't fall apart, because there's no waking up from my fall.

Promiscuity is addictive. It's so safe. You are not at risk of getting hurt, physically maybe , But emotionally ? No And the emotional pain is by far the worst. I know this because I've experienced both. Physical pain, from my alcoholic father, sexual abuse from his friends. It hurt, it really did. I have scars to show. But let me tell you, the worst type of hurt is the emotional pain. That pain you get when after years of building a wall around yourself, you FINALLY let someone in. You let that one special person in. You bring down your walls. You give your heart. You let him hold your heart in his palms even though you know the risks. You have so many dreams and fantasies about being with this person forever. And he leads you on. It feels good But then he turns around and crushes your heart. He squeezes the life out of it and you feel pain that you never thought was humanly possible. You feel so much pain you can't breathe. And then , you become cold. You stop feeling. You have no heart anymore. You become heartless, promiscuous, bad, really bad. Yes , that happened to me. Ben did that to me. It hurt. It hurt too much. But now I'm safe . Because I'm the bad girl. The one who doesn't have a heart left to be broken.

What happens when two broken hearts realise they can give the feeling of LOVE a chance? Sounds Cool Right? . . Swipe to know more!

In my life your all in or all out. It's a lesson I had to learn and had I learned it earlier, I'd have saved myself a lot of heartbreak, time, and ruin. One I take seriously to protect myself, but use sparingly cause people come and go with a purpose. At the end of the day I fight for me and mine. Therefore my mind though, my heart, soul, and trust is something I can not go half n half on.

Love has such a chokehold. Fairytales have paint it in such a way that, even the most clevder believe that, if given the efort, love will prevail. I have found that you cannot keep a love that does not want to be kept. They will do anything in their power to get to the coresponding tenderness of another heart. Fairytales are just that, tales. Life is cold, hard, and painful. But this was a journey I had to make to learn and understand life's bittersweet taste.