Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Her heart was completely shattered but managed to still ache terribly, her head throbbed as if someone had a vice around it and was tightening it more and more. She moved her head slowly towards the window to her right and stared at the bright morning. She scowled at the weather, how the powers that be dare make today a beautiful day when it should be cloudy with lots of rain, thunder, and lightning. She turned back towards the ceiling staring at it trying to fight back more tears. She was surprised she had any more water left in her for fresh tears.

She had turned him down. And it wasn't the first time. A week had passed since then, and maybe she was over thinking, but she beginning to feel him withdrawing from her and she couldn't blame him. It was never her intention to hurt him, and even now with Jeremy gone, she didn't think she was brave enough to take that step with anyone. She wasn't even sure if she would be able to open herself and her heart to anyone else.

Tiffany exhaled a deep breath and took a moment before saying, "And that is why I ended up the way I am." "I went from this fun, outgoing, kind, and welcoming person who could light up a room with a smile - to this person, me. I put up walls and learned to never let my guard down, I stopped letting people in or getting attached to people because I knew I couldn't be happy for long before I would do something to mess up and hurt the people around me." She looked at me with a sheepish and worried look on her face like she was afraid I would judge her or decide I didn't like the person she is now.

That had her putting down her walls she had fought to build after the last break up. She couldn’t do that to herself again. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down and let everything she had crumble down. Almost everyone she’d loved left her. Her mother had just died recently, she just started mending her relationship with her father and with Tan he had left before, this was bound to be a repeat of the past. If he hadn’t told her she might regret this after there might be a glimmer of hope for them both, but she already knew it. Tan’s loyalty was to his father and mother.

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she pressed her hand against her chest as if trying to hold herself together. But deep down, she knew. Zach wasn’t coming. Not like this. Not ever. The thought made her want to scream. She staggered into the small kitchen of the hideout and grabbed a glass from the sink, hurling it against the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the floor. The sound echoed through the house, sharp and final. Her chest heaved as she stared at the broken shards. That was her life now—splintered, ruined, and impossible to put back together.

Despair threatened to swallow me whole. But then, a flicker. A tiny, stubborn heartbeat inside me. My child. My baby was waiting for me. "This is just an illusion," I bit my lip, forcing myself to stand. "I will not be chained by the past!" A silver light of healing erupted from my body, instantly shattering the vision. The crystal cracked, the dark energy dissipated. I stood in the center of the Trial Hall, soaked in sweat, but my gaze was as hard as steel.

“If you want to get through that wall, you can’t try to knock it down. You need someone who can offer her a hand over the top. Someone she’ll see not as a threat, but as a reflection.” ***

The glass broke apart and one of the reflections was destroyed. Camela gasped while clutching her chest tightly. “It burned…like fire under my skin.” Vincent caught her just in time before she could fall. “But you’re still here,” he said. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Yes, but if you break them all…I’ll turn to ash.” The perfect bride's laughter rang through the circle, echoing off every shard around them. “Do you see now, fox? Break one wall, and she burns. Break them all…and she becomes nothing.”

she gestures around the room, “…this softer version of yourself. You were ruthless. Brilliant. Unstoppable. And then you married that nobody and became weak." "I became human," I correct. "There's a difference." "There's no difference in business." Her laugh is hollow. "And now look at you. Still defending her. Still thinking about her. She broke you, Daniel. Just like I said she would." "No." I meet her eyes. "You broke me. You left me, and I spent years building walls so high that when someone finally got through them, I was too afraid to let her stay. That's on me. But trying to destroy everything I built? That's on you."