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It wasn’t enough for him to break my body. He needed to break my spirit, my soul, and with each passing moment, I could feel it slipping away. I was no longer the person I had been. I was nothing.

“I’m trying so hard to be strong.” I clenched my fists until my nails carved my palms, willing something—anything—to crack open and rise. “Just give me back a piece of me,” I begged. “Please…” But the magic didn’t come. No spark. No flicker. No warmth. Just the cold certainty that everything inside me had gone dark. And with that… I broke. I screamed. A sound not meant for ears. Not meant for forests or gods or ghosts. A sound born from wombs that don’t deliver.

My soul was shattered and my heart was completely broken. The growl sounded again. "That's it" Becca cried "We're doomed"

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

"I was talking to one of my kin… An old friend and an oath breaker. He attempted the sin. This one was just one of the million fragments of his floating consciousness that took over this human. He told me he is in pain and was asking for my help. He wanted me to kill him and free him from the agony." "H...He broke the Soul-Bond?" Creed gulped a mouthful of saliva. "Yeah! He did. This human had already lost his sanity long before he took over this human's body. You can say he was brain dead and was ultimately possessed by him. When a soul bond is broken, consciousness does not fade away even after the body dies. Universe perpetuates every oath breaker's consciousness. It continues to drift, b

As if the hell I went through was just a nightmare. But it wasn't. I stopped in front of a window near the auction hall and looked at my hands. My fingers weren't broken like just a few moments ago, and my wrists' bones didn't pierce my white skin due to being twisted. My kneecaps were alright too. The physical pain was no longer here. But I felt it deep down inside me, stamped in my bones, brain and soul. I might look fine, but I still felt how my tormentor disfigured my body, making me scream until I lost my voice, how it hurt until I begged for my death, how my heart beat rapidly and how breathing was misery.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

Yesterday night, he had watched how hard she had struggled as she spoke about her marriage with her ex, he had seen her breathing hitch at some intervals, and he had even wanted to stop her from saying anything more when he realized that she was already willing to let him see as much of her broken self as he could. Now, as he watches her eat in slow bites, he wondered how anyone in his right mind will hurt a soul as delicate as hers. She was the purest of all in his eyes, and no matter how broken she thinks she is, she's still the most perfect he had ever seen. "Can you please stop staring at me that way before I choke on my breakfast?" He heard her voice whisper. A slow cynical smile curve

They didn’t have to beg, unlike before. It was Honey who requested the song. She said it was for Kobe. She also said that she wants Kobe to know how she felt when they broke up so that he won’t do it again. ‘I missed your love since you've been gone,’ As soon as she started singing, goosebumps crept all over Lyken. ‘Shit! I really missed this woman!’ he said to himself. If only he could hug her right at that very moment, he would. The song was about to reach its chorus, so he sat properly to have a better look at her.