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Jordan: Broken, Shattered, and Blue

Author: Gemma D. Nash
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 00:57:38

The only audible sound was the clink of silverware on plates. I wanted to be anywhere else but here, seated between Heather and my father.

But unlike me, Heather was having the time of her life. Every inch of her frame was pressed into my side, and she had this grin on her face that made me feel like I’d missed the plot.

It seemed like it was going to be a quiet dinner. Perhaps the silence was finally for my sister, who should have been here, seated right where Heather was.

But I thought too
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus

    Leather. I would always think of him each time I caught that scent. It happened more times than I could count. The first time I got into James’ car. Alfred’s jacket at the gallery. My short stroll to the market to get some supplies when I got back to Los Angeles. It was embarrassing, utterly raw and aching. I didn’t know if I was proud of myself in those moments, but it all came to play now. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not when my heart was beating so loud that I was certain he could hear it. It was almost painful – the way it thudded hard against my chest, threatening to tear through me. And when his voice pierced through the darkness and the silence, I almost forgot how to breathe. “Marcus,” he said, my name falling off his lips like it was air, the wind, rain, the only thing I wanted to hear for as long as I loved. My hands jerked underneath the sheets, but I did nothing more. My eyes were still trained on him. He could see that. Jordan’s throat bobbed when he swallowed. His

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Inside of Me

    He stared, unabashedly, his eyes moving from my hair to my toes. The water ran down his feet and into the drainage, the only sound in the room. Neither of us moved. Honestly, I didn’t know I wanted to be in here. And it had nothing to do with the fact that I didn’t want Jordan. Far from it. He had never seen me out of my clothes before. Completely out of my clothes. And I didn’t know if it would affect the way he saw me. I had a small build. So small that people made fun of it. My tiny waist didn't help, not to mention the fact that I had an ugly tattoo on my chest. It was a whim thing. I was drunk that day, all thanks to Anna, who thought it was a good way to celebrate being top of my class.And I’d made the decision in that state. This time around, I blame James. He knew I was drunk because he was the only sober one in our circle. Yet, he obliged me and took me to the tattoo parlor. I found out about all this the next time I regained consciousness, and that was hours ago, when I

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Him

    “Hey, Alfred,” I murmured into the receiver as soon as I stepped out. “Hello, Marcus.” Did he always sound so calm? “How is your evening going?”"Great," I answered, my smile easily audible. I was in such a good mood that I doubted anything could bring me down. "I am at a Jazz club with my friends, and it has been so fun."“I’m sorry, but I am going to have to wane that a little.”I stood straight instantly, the smile on my face dying. “What is wrong?”“I was… reconsidering your application when you left, and … the gallery has come to the conclusion that perhaps we … made a hasty decision?”It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on my body. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do a thing."We have decided to revoke your offer and consider other candidates, like we should have done earlier. Of course, if you are the best out of everyone, we would hand you that offer right back."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no way that was possible. "I … I don't

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Him

    “Hey, Alfred,” I murmured into the receiver as soon as I stepped out. “Hello, Marcus.” Did he always sound so calm? “How is your evening going?”"Great," I answered, my smile easily audible. I was in such a good mood that I doubted anything could bring me down. "I am at a Jazz club with my friends, and it has been so fun."“I’m sorry, but I am going to have to wane that a little.”I stood straight instantly, the smile on my face dying. “What is wrong?”“I was… reconsidering your application when you left, and … the gallery has come to the conclusion that perhaps we … made a hasty decision?”It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on my body. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do a thing."We have decided to revoke your offer and consider other candidates, like we should have done earlier. Of course, if you are the best out of everyone, we would hand you that offer right back."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no way that was possible. "I … I don't

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: On With Life

    I stayed.Ten minutes turned thirty, then sixty, ninety, one hundred and eighty. A little bit extra. He never showed. Anna looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I almost bawled my eyes right then. But I did the one thing I knew I could do without giving anything away. I squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door.She didn’t ask a question. She knew. Anna always did. The night air hit my face, but this time, I didn’t try shielding myself from the cold. It was not a really long walk to my dorm room. I hadn’t done it since I returned to Los Angeles. It was my first time out, and I regretted it with every fibre of my being.Nothing was different. I saw James and Anna every other day. They visited me in my dorm. I didn’t have to be out, but they wanted this. I did it for them, but now, the only thing following me back home is hurt.It was so painful. Too painful. And the annoying thing was that I couldn’t explain it. It felt like a sharp ache spreading through my chest. There we

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: On With Life

    I stayed.Ten minutes turned thirty, then sixty, ninety, one hundred and eighty. A little bit extra. He never showed. Anna looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I almost bawled my eyes right then. But I did the one thing I knew I could do without giving anything away. I squeezed her shoulders and headed for the door.She didn’t ask a question. She knew. Anna always did. The night air hit my face, but this time, I didn’t try shielding myself from the cold. It was not a really long walk to my dorm room. I hadn’t done it since I returned to Los Angeles. It was my first time out, and I regretted it with every fibre of my being.Nothing was different. I saw James and Anna every other day. They visited me in my dorm. I didn’t have to be out, but they wanted this. I did it for them, but now, the only thing following me back home is hurt.It was so painful. Too painful. And the annoying thing was that I couldn’t explain it. It felt like a sharp ache spreading through my chest. There we

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