Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

She said taking me to the standing mirror to look at myself. "You're beautiful and successful, you're an amazing person both in and out. You've accomplished a lot of things without anybody's help, and most importantly, the best future husband any woman would die to have in her life. Be grateful okay," she said so sweetly and I could see she was also feeling a bit sympathetic for me. "You better pull yourself together or you're gonna ruin your makeup, unless you wanna look like a masquerade," she said with a giggle, making a little joke to help with my emotions. And I had no choice to giggle along with her.

The face that gave nothing and asked for nothing and had been his primary defense against everything since he was old enough to understand that what he was made people step back. The mirror cracked. One line from the center. Slow. Like a decision being made. Then the whole surface fracturing outward — not falling, just breaking, glass splitting in every direction while he stood in front of it and watched and couldn't stop it and couldn't stop any of it— There it is. There you are. This is what you actually are underneath all that control. This is the real thing. Stop fighting it. "Quiet." You've been managing us. Containing us. Building walls. And look — look at your hands, Zarian. Look at w

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

She let out a slow, shaky breath. “Jesus, Carly,” she finally murmured, her voice full of awe and a little fear. “You’re not just breaking his rules. You’re trying to save him from a golden cage no one else even sees.” She walked back to the desk, not with her usual swagger, but with a new, solemn purpose. She picked up her coffee, her gaze level and serious on mine. “Alright then,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Screw the merger. Let’s get you the real thing.”

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 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.

I reached out, brushing her cheeks as carefully as I could as if she was made of fragile glass and any slight pressure would cause her to break. “I built walls so fucking high that no one could ever climb them. I killed the part of me that could love….. again, because love in my world is a weakness, one that gets people killed.” I paused. My fingertips were trembling and my breathing got heavier than even I could control as my eyes searched hers as if they held the answers to a question I couldn’t ask. “But you, Maeve Hawthorn, you broke through everything. I thought you’d give up and damn it all and leave but you haven’t done any of that,” I laughed a little bitterly.