Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

She's built a wall between us, and it's made of ice and steel and whatever poison she thinks she knows about me. But I'm not a guy who's scared of impossible odds. I've built an empire from nothing, survived wars that would've broken lesser men, clawed my way up from the gutter to stand at the top of the food chain. Impossible is my bitch. I walk to the window, my hand pressed against the glass. The city sprawls out below me, full of people living their small, safe lives while I plot how to tear down the barriers between me and everything I want. The rain has stopped, leaving the streets gleaming under the streetlights.

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to understand.” “I don’t need your understanding,” she spat, stepping away again. “I hate people that talks too much and you look like them.” But then she stopped walking. The anger drained from her face, replaced by something else entirely. And then—just like that—her walls crumbled. She looked at me, and I saw her for who she truly was again. Broken. Struggling.

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

"To call the men who broke your heart nasty names and mean it." Bianca let herself break completely in that moment. She let go of the control she had been gripping so tightly, the composure she had maintained for years, the walls she had built brick by brick to keep the world at bay. She had been holding it in for way too long, and this moment—this safe, sacred moment in her best friend's arms—made her realize how much she had been struggling. How much she had been pretending to be okay when she was anything but. Her walls crumbled. Her balance shattered. And at the tail end of her breakdown, she felt something she hadn't felt in years: relief.

If only she understood what this meant- for her, for everyone who dares defy me. I stand over her broken body. Her face is torn to pieces by my hammer. Alas, she will never look good again- even if her body has the best healing abilities ,Her head droops forward. She cries. She tremble. Her breaths are uneven. Her voice is already cracked from too many screams. She throws up and I force her head inside her own vomit. Now this is what it means to break a person down “Tell me I say softly. “Where is she?”

Nothing more. I would build a wall between us so high, so impenetrable, that neither of us could scale it. But as I stood there in the deepening dark, the silence of the room pressing in on me, I faced the bitter, undeniable truth. The wall was already in ruins. She had found its cracks, and I, in a moment of profound weakness, had been the one to tear it down completely. I had seen her for exactly who she was, and the most terrifying part was that I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

It cracks under her touch. I grapple for the post, it breaks. Too fragile. I can't...I can't get enough of her. Not like this. I slide out of her, even if I don't want to. The dresser isn't strong enough either. The walls seem fine until she slams me into it and it cleaves under my back.

“I just don’t know if I can keep the walls high enough.” She set her glass down, reached for my hand, and squeezed until the tremor stilled. “We’ll build them higher,” she said. “Together.” But the shadows pressed closer, listening, and deep down I knew—walls only held until someone strong enough decided to break them.

"I closed the gate. I saw the refugees and I closed the gate and I told myself it wasn't my problem because nothing was my problem anymore because she was gone and nothing mattered without her." I dug my fingers into the dirt and Ruin was howling and the sound was filling my skull and my chest and my throat and if I opened my mouth all the way the howl would come out of me too. "She told me to tear down the walls. She told me to open the borders and rebuild what I broke. She said maybe one day she'd believe I meant it."

I stopped and turned to her "I know what you're trying to do Maryam" I told her as I took steps closer to her "You...you do?" She asked with wide eyes as she began to take slow steps backwards "Yes.....you're trying to hang around me...you're trying to prove to me that you're tough... You're trying to frustrate me...you're trying to prove that you're right....you're trying to make me give in" I told her as I took a steps closer to her and she took steps backwards with widened eyes and her back kissed the wall. I placed both of my hands on the wall