Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

I look at him waiting. "I don't want just to push you into your subspace, I want to break you down, and then build you back up." I look at him, confused. "What does that mean?" I look at him confused, what does he mean by breaking me? "I mean, I will push and push until you are broken, crying, and then totally stripped bare of everything, then I will rebuild you to be stronger. It won't be something that lasts forever; that sort of thing takes days, even weeks of breaking someone down." I look at him nodding. I am already broken; I just can't figure out how to embrace and accept it.

There is nothing for me in this world, there is nothing for me to live for but this anger, it's the only thing keeping me moving on and if I ever let myself feel; if I break down that wall, I will break myself too. I had the sudden undeniable urge to break something, to hear glass shatter and I did my best to ignore the desire to seek a release, to destroy and ruin. I swallowed hard and my hands trembled. I scoffed, mocking my life, my fate, myself; "I'll break down and come back into this place." I looked around me, at the white walls that kept me hostage for years, the ones that trapped my brain in a maze; still there, still lost, still trying to figure a way out. Tears went unchecked down

it's no secret that I'm in love with you between your minimum wage job and sweet lips chapped from the bitter cold that has become my eternity but my god , do i miss the way you crinkled the sheets and poured too much coffee your words came undone with the touch of my lips and your ribs shattered under the weight of the world and all at once you went from everything to nothing and my lungs filled with dirt and the dead flowers that could easily be mistaken for my youth and on the sixteenth day of my brokenness i stitched myself back together ; piece after piece diamonds hiding in the back of my head reminding me of the boy that was once mine // there is no longer a lanky you to crinkle my sh

I saw the fear, the hope, the love. "I have spent my whole life building walls," he said. "Walls of ice. Walls of silence. Walls of fear. Walls to keep people out, because I was afraid of what would happen if they got in. I was afraid of losing them. I was afraid of being hurt. I was afraid of being seen." His voice cracked. "You tore them down. You did not ask permission. You did not wait for an invitation. You did not use a key. You simply walked through them like they were nothing, like they were made of paper instead of stone. You walked through them and you did not look back."

​I smiled through the blood and the mud, pushing myself back up. ​I was breaking her walls down. And I was going to do it on my knees.

I must’ve been running, feet pounding the ground so hard she heard me coming from a mile away. I want to go to her. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her she’s safe and that everything is going to be okay. But I stop. Because her voice breaks the silence, soft but sharp, like a knife to the chest. “Please… go away.” Her words hit me harder than any blow ever could. It’s like a crack appears in the wall I’ve built around myself, and just like that— It spreads. It shatters. And the wall comes crashing down.

Step by step, Ethan closed the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of the taller man. "Thank you," Ethan said, his voice barely audible but carrying a weight that made Adrian’s eyes soften. "For everything." Over the next few days, the invisible wall that had kept them apart dissolved entirely. They ceased behaving like two men bound by a legal document and began living in the quiet, domestic spaces of each other's lives. After the Titans' grueling morning training sessions, Adrian would bypass the high-end restaurants he usually frequented and head straight to Ethan’s dusty Brooklyn studio.

Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless. Mom whispered several words of consolation to me as she slowly led me to my room.

Natasha refused to believe she was that incompetent. She just needed to adjust, that’s all. It was a change of time and environment and she needed time to adjust. That’s what she told herself – that she had to adjust. She was going to get used to it. She was going to get used to waking up every early in the morning, bathing for two six year old children, feeding them, breaking up their fights and rushing them off to school. She was going to get used to their constant brawls and screams and tears and breakdowns. She was going to get used to how they turned everything upside them immediately she was out of sight and leave her to fix their mess. She was going to adjust.