heartbreak

Lonely__ a different kind of pain, it doesn__ hurt as bad as heartbreak. I preferred it and embraced it __ause I reckoned it was one or the other.

The emptiness made her insides ache.

I write small poems_ the kind that fit on a postcard_ and still can break your heart

Give me wildflowers instead of your heart, for I__ rather have them wither than the latter.

Mostly she just missed Vaughn. Missed all those quiet, unspectacular moments that, when added up, showed how entwined their lives had become. And right now, she missed being able to phone him, because it would be so easy to tap in the eleven digits that would put his voice on the line. __race, about bloody time,_ he__ say, and make it sound like an endearment.But she couldn__ call Vaughn, because she__ left him. Which was a novelty, until Grace remembered that he__ have left her eventually if she hadn__ done it first. She was never the one. She was never even the one before the one. She was the girl who seemed like a good idea at the time, but ultimately was just a phase that people went through.That was the way it had always been. Friends and lovers came and went because there was something about her which repelled them, and she didn__ have a clue what it was. It was a mystery that she couldn__ solve on her own, and there wasn__ a single person in the world who could help . . .

I didn't let her go. She went. It's not my fault.She did it.She could undo it. This is feeling so fucking famliar.Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Of is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

Eventually, I__l grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl__ho even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.

You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.

As a kid my heart would break for the villains.

I'll tell you something, Harpy," he said, his voice almost a whisper now. "It never even occurred to me that we wouldn't make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.

Love__uch a keen mystery prone to pierce and shatter the delicate heart. _Yet it possesses more strength, power, and influence than any other magic known to man._

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Memory is sweet.Even when it's painful, memory is sweet.

When you__e finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you land, out of breath, and I__ finally out of sight, finally out of mind, you__l be honestly fine. All wounds will be healed. All fires will be extinguished. I__l be a memory. Feel free to repress me.

He remembered how nice the kids at Camp Half-Blood had been to him after the war with Kronos. Great job, Nico! Thanks for bringing the armies of the Underworld to save us! Everybody smiled. They all invited him to sit at their table. After about a week, his welcome wore thin. Campers would jump when he walked up behind them. He would emerge from the shadows at the campfire, startle somebody and see the discomfort in their eyes: Are you still here? Why are you here? It didn__ help that immediately after the war with Kronos, Annabeth and Percy had started dating _ Nico set down his fartura. Suddenly it didn__ taste so good.

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.

No demigod can heal your heart."Aphrodite to Reyna, at Charleston

Wounds may heal, but the scars remain.