Broken Aesthetic 소설 & 이야기

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

He has dark circles under his eyes and swears he looks like a raccoon. Aiden lets out of breath as he lowers his head, but his eyes catch something, and they snap back up, looking into the mirror. His eyes go to his neck, and to his horror, instead of Thaddeus's beautiful mark, he sees a horrible jagged scar. Aiden raises his hand, and shaky fingers reach for his neck. Tears fall before his fingers even get a chance to touch it. His fingers shook, hovering over the mark that was once so beautiful, and screamed loud and clear he belonged to Thaddeus. His heart breaks even more than it already did, and he wonders why he is still alive.

“I know.” Their hands brushed, and not accidental this time. They didn’t pull away. Above them, Briarcrest recalibrated, trying desperately to seal cracks that had already spread beyond repair. Fault lines didn’t heal. They waited. And the next break would not ask permission.

"What are you doing to yourself?" "What am I doing? I’m destroying myself. My father destroyed me first; now I’m finishing the job." Raisa placed her hand on his cheek. "You aren't destroyed, Ariyan. You are broken. There’s a difference." "What’s the difference?" "A broken person can be rebuilt. A destroyed person is gone forever. You are still just broken. Come back. I will rebuild you."

The beam flickered. ERROR. INPUT DOES NOT CONFORM TO KNOWN PARAMETERS. ANALYSIS: CORRUPTION. The grey armour of its form began to pixelate at the edges. The perfect, seamless integration with the wall behind it stuttered. Lina was feeding it a narrative it couldn't process, a story of life so vibrant and untamed it was crashing its system.

Because with us, there was always something next. Always another impossible choice. Always another transformation. We were the Broken Crown. And breaking was just what we did. Over and over. Until we finally shattered into something beautiful. Or disappeared completely. Either way— Together.

My lips had a swelling in the upper corners, and small scars in the lower corners, where the strength of the blows had taken me a few teeth "all were impeccably fixed. Hair, mistreated by the frequent use of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs, brittle and dull. And my skin... yellowish, with nuances of a grotesque, dark purple. Marked. "Not all the makeup in the world will disguise this," I murmured.

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.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

What caused her to waver was not the decor in itself, but the art showcased on the wall A woman gazed back at her. Graceful features, deeply set eyes, and dark hair neatly placed behind her ears. She donned a plain dress, her face calm yet shadowed by an inexpressible feeling. The picture was ancient, its hues dulled by the years. The frame had a crack. The glass broke—shattered in a manner that seemed too meaningful to be unintentional.