Novel & Cerita Bent But Not Broken

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I admit, and saying it out loud makes tears start falling even though I thought I was done crying for the day. "Broken isn't the same as defeated. You're still here, still fighting, still protecting our family. That's not broken—that's resilient." His words are exactly what I need to hear, and I let them sink in, let myself believe that maybe I am resilient, maybe I am strong enough to get through this and come out the other side changed but not destroyed.

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

Like it’s waiting. “I didn’t break when everything started,” I say. “I didn’t break when you manipulated me.” “I didn’t break when the system collapsed.” My voice steadies. Sharpens. “I’m not breaking now.” The figure watches closely. “You already did.” “Wrong.” I push myself up. Slowly. Shakily. But I do it. I stand. “I bent,” I say. “I didn’t break.” A beat. Then— “I’ll deal with that later.” Something flickers in its expression.

“Good. Sometimes, I feel broken. It used to feel like I was alone. That she broke me.” Amid his protest, I pull away from the hug. I want to hear his story but I am worried for him and us. Ben looks everywhere but at me. I cup his face. “Hey.” His eyes close and my heart twists painfully. “You’re not broken, Benny. Even if you are, I will complete you.” I place his hand over my stomach. My vitiligo is my biggest insecurity, the part of me that leaves me with doubts. It is nothing compared to his pain but it shows I am not perfect either and I don’t want to be. “I am broken too. We all are.”

Somehow, I force myself to believe this is the beginning, not the end. With what remains of my tattered pride, I'll show Brent that he didn't break me. He hurt me, and he damaged me, but he didn't break me. No one has, and no one ever will.

Bent and broken by my loved ones, the same people that I belived cared so much about me and would never hurt me, they were the very same people who decided that it was best to hurt me in ways I could not even imagine. Thankfully, I had one reason to keep holding on and that was the understanding that broken man still fight and tonight, I was going to fight. Finally, I had grown tired of running from ghosts and I was no longer going to do that. I was going to fight for what I love, for what I deserved and I was going to do everything in my power just to make sure I win.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.