Broken Bow 소설 & 이야기

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

But halfway through the second pattern, I lost my balance and took us to the floor again. I heard something snap, and Ambrose screamed in pain. “I’m so …sorry,” I said and sat up. “Let me …me help you …you up.” But he shook his head and stayed on the floor, cradling his right arm against his body. Between his wrist and his elbow, his arm didn’t look normal, and he was panting. “Why is your arm crooked?” I asked. “It’s broken, Miss Wilson,” he replied stiffly. The poor man was in pain, and it was my fault.

"I can't hurt you, Austin. I don't want to be with you and I— I don't love you anymore. I have with someone else." Another lie... He rolled his eyes and walked towards her. She was taken aback while striving to walk away yet her back legs touch the edge of her bed which caused her to flinch. Then, suddenly, he leans closer to her aghast face, whispering to her left ear, "if I can't take you back… Then, I have to claim you now. Whether you like it or not."

I chuckled, "That's smart. Subtle and smart is the best way to go. Like foxes." "Like foxes," Jade repeated, grinning. "I like that." "They've never left enough evidence from their stunts for us to prove it was them." Leo explained to me. "They got eliminated from the championship two years ago thanks to the itch powder but not last year when they broke Kai's noes." "What about Noah getting hit in the head with a bottle?" I asked with my eyes narrowed in thought. Luke shrugged, "Went to the hospital to get checked out and Charlie beat the guys ass but that was it."

I watched them well and analyzed what they need to improve and I felt like falling on the ground when I realized how weak they were. "Let me." I stood up and take Dion's place. "We can't beat them with close figures so we should use bow and arrow. I summoned my arrow and they stepped back when they saw it. It fell off my hands when it burned my hand. I forgot my gloves. They knew my bow and arrow. "I know you have seen this and you have bad memories about this bow and arrow. This will save us now. These are made of silver making every shot fatal." In my side vision, I could see Dion looking at my hand which was slowly healing. "You can heal that quick even if it was caused by my silver?"

But why by the arrow and not the bow? 'No way!' Dina thought while trying again a million more times before finally giving up; she really had been rejected. "Damn it!!" Either way, she couldn't use the item if she was being rejected. A bow and arrow was a twin-like item that had to match to actually work which was why it was sometimes a pain in the ass and now that she was being rejected by one there was no way in hell she could use the other! "Dammnit! Is it fun to play with someone like this?!" Feral yelled in rage as he flung the item back into the pile. Just how could he be rejected?

“Isn't it ironic, brat? Well, find out what it's like to become the one you so despise, fear and hate. He didn't have time to shoot. Breath suddenly intercepted, multi-colored spots jumped before his eyes. The bones twisted with pain, as if they had turned to plaster and were crushed by the hands of a careless sculptor. The bow slid out of her rapidly changing hands. The cross seemed to burn through the flesh, and Cesare brushed it away, not noticing how the lace broke. "Not!!!!!" - slipped into the brain. And instead of a scream, a mournful wolf howl escaped from her lips.

he explained it easily, "You go first," he said letting me take the initiative, I moved forward to take the bow to face the target, but that now was so heavy because it wasn't made up of wood or lead, instead it was made with hard iron. And the size of that bow was almost equal to mine. I lifted that with great difficulty as it showed me the picture of my defeat. How could I hit the target when I am unable to lift this properly? Uhh...! This is ridiculous, will it be fine if I change the challenge?

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.