Break Her Walls Down 소설 & 이야기

There was one thing true about what my Dad told me once, "Life is like a piano. The white keys show happiness and the black keys show sadness, but as you venture on in life, remember that the black keys also make music." I still have a long fight ahead of me. And this time, I won't sit back and watch everyone turn their backs on me.

Then making my way towards the wall with my bed I slid down. If not for others. If not wanting the others to know about my vulnerable state. I just wanted the person on the other side to know. To know that I was not alright. Whether I knew the person or not for once I wanted them to know this so I cried. And cried. Until I could not cry anymore. Until I was deprived of the water within me. ——

Don't just break your walls down to let someone in, make them work for it, make them show that they are worth it. Wait for that one that is willing to climb your walls just to find you that will break them down just to get to you. The one that is looking for you, all that you are in body, mind, and soul. The worst reason to break down your walls is just for the physical, let love in before giving that part that you are not willing to expose.

Even her teachers were speechless in amazement. "What pushes you to think that way?" Dean asked. He leaned back in his chair, wine in hand and his full attention was on the student. The woman shrugged then looked at the clear water. "I know that it will be a death in an instant if you get hit by a silver bullet but I don't want to loose in this upcoming battle. I don't want the west district, the Magnuth, my house, my home to get destroyed because of their greediness. We are living in peace here, we don't do anything bad to them but they want to conquer us? So maybe it's not bad if we equal their greed. They don't have enough reason to invade us but we have all the rights to protect on what

“Wow. Rude much?” I blinked hard. Was this real? A nightmare? Was she seriously this stupid? Instead of walking out like a sane person, she reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, inspecting it like it was a fine artifact. Grinning, she tilted it towards me. “Ah, that explains it. Someone’s running low on happy juice.” Somehow, the fight drained out of me. Maybe it was her complete lack of self-preservation instincts, or maybe it was the way she stared around my messy room like she’d stepped into some magical realm. Her wide eyes landed on the couch and cracked walls.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

She was left standing there, feeling like the cracks in her walls were only growing deeper. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to break.

But to break her. Completely.

she says and turns to speak to Rachel. One day soon, I’m gonna break all those walls down and peel back all of her complicated layers.

Never let anything touch her. But he'd shattered that promise—again and again—driving her into heartbreak with his own hands. He'd been the one to destroy her. How could he ever deserve forgiveness? But at least... she got another shot. At least this time, he was the one to die.