Romans & histoires All The Broken Pieces Summary

He pulled a small, blood-soaked velvet box from his pocket and handed it to me. "What you wanted." I opened the box. Inside lay the moonstone pendant. It had been reset with gold filigree by the best artisan in the world. All the cracks had been filled, making it even more brilliant, yet it would forever bear the marks of being broken. "I broke it," he whispered, his voice raspy. "So I pieced it back together. With my own hands." "I understand now. Some things, once they're shattered, they're shattered forever. You can piece them together, but they'll never be whole again. Just a beautiful, broken thing."

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

However, when he arrived home, holding the jewelry in one hand and the flowers in the other, he pushed open the door… The house was empty. Completely empty. His first thought was that they had been robbed. He rushed inside, searching frantically. "Emma? Emma!" He pulled out his phone and called her, but the number was no longer in service. That was when something felt wrong. All of his valuables, his watches, cufflinks, and ties, were still there, untouched. Only everything that belonged to Emma was gone. He returned to the living room and finally saw it… A sheet of paper was left on the table.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

"The pieces want to be home, but they get lost. You just have to give them the right sequence. If you miss one turn, the whole cube stays broken. But if you follow the sequence... it’s impossible for it not to work.” For weeks, I’d been viewing my life as a glass vase that has shattered on the floor; I am constantly trying to glue the shards back together into a shape that no longer exists. I thought I needed a miracle, or a drink. But looking at Chris, I realize I was wrong.

I wasn't comfortable with them making comments about it or making him a joke. “Back to you.” Jay said as he came to sit beside me on the bed. “How do you feel?” I sank into my pillow and let out a exhale. “Honestly, I feel like shit. Every attempt to move hurts and I can barely feel my legs.” He rubbed my shoulders. “Don’t worry, you'll be fine. I heard the doctors here are the best.” “How did the match with the Chicago team go?” I asked and they all exchanged glances.

"Do you think that's better? Not feeling pain?" "No. I think pain is what makes joy meaningful. If you never hurt, you never appreciate healing. If you never lose anything, you never value what you have." Aria took Luna's hand. "Your father and I have suffered. We've both been broken. But that brokenness led us to each other, and to you. I wouldn't trade that journey for anything." "Even if it meant never hurting?" "Even then." Luna nodded slowly, absorbing this. "I think I understand."

Dragging his battered body, he returned to my home, calling my name over and over at the door that remained firmly shut. I was inside, curled close to Noah, sleeping peacefully. Damian waited through the entire night, only to be forcefully expelled by Liam in the morning. His self-destruction, just as I had warned, had been utterly meaningless. His dignity, crushed by his futile self-harm, lay in ruins. Even the wolf within him was letting out weak, despairing wails. For all he had sacrificed, he received only my cold indifference. The light in his eyes had been extinguished completely.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Even breathing became deadly, I wanted to lay there and painfully drift away but I couldn’t. The fire in me couldn’t be extinguished. The core of me kept fighting, fighting for me to not drown in the dark sea I was in. I finally sat up from where I had been lying for days. I pushed the blanket away. I sat there for what seemed like hours, trying and failing to collect the pieces once again and puzzle myself back together. Even if I did put back all the pieces, I would forever be broken, cracked at all angles that could shutter at any point.