Broken But Beautiful Novels & Stories

I'm also impatient, so I grab it and turn it over. The sketch is beautiful. A woman holding her heart in her hand. As I look at it, I tilt my head, her body appears to be melting in some ways. She looks beautiful, but like she is hurting, holding her broken heart in her hand. I begin reading the poem. Shattered reality A broken vision Sees imperfections Flaws and disfigured Beauty is the truth Truth is lost Bound by the words Fear that cripples Shattered reality Broken vision Unable to see the beauty

♠ I learned that when a pottery is broken, it can be put together and made even more beautiful. I'm like a pottery. Though malleable, can still be made beautiful through my scars. I can and will heal despite the astronomical amount of time it'll take. _Yara Chizaram Williams •••

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.

While she was getting the coffee beans from the top shelf, she heard something break; more like glass and she ran to the living room. "I'm so sorry. I was just looking around when I bumped into the table knocking the mug to the floor. I got rid of the broken pieces, I'm not so sure I can get rid of the stain on your carpet though. I'm really sorry, Ruby", Elizabeth rumbled and Rue couldn't help but feel weird about the whole thing. It was an accident, but why did she seem so nervous? "It's alright, how's your foot?" "Huh?" "Your foot? You knocked it against the table right?"

“These bridges… they’re fragile. Sometimes we build them to connect, to reach someone, or something better. And we think that’s enough. But it isn’t. Not always. Sometimes… they fail, and the fall… the fall is unavoidable.” I shifted, my chest tight. “The roses… the little details tucked in among the chaos… they’re proof that beauty exists even when everything else is breaking. And the clock, hidden in the shadows… it’s the time we lose, the moments we never get back, the things we wish we could fix but… can’t.” I exhaled slowly, letting the weight of my own words settle around me. My heart was raw, exposed, but somehow, sharing it… it felt like breathing again.

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,

(just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild) Can I just be wild? (just be wild) Without feeling like I'm failing and I'm losing my mind Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

I didn't let go, I couldn't let go of her she was hurting, and it hurt me that she was hurting. "Kat." She said in a soft tone. "Yeah?" I asked as I pulled out of the hug slightly to see her face. "I fucking loved him." She said as she broke down even more. "He's not worth your tears babe." I said as I pulled away from the hug and wiped away her tears.

The anger she was trying to control was starting to let out. If it was the girl, they met years ago. She might have let them speak to her in any way they wanted she might have believed their words; she might have even begged them to reconsider their position. she had been that broken. Now even though she was madly in love with Tan, she was also madly in love with herself and knew what to take and what to not tolerate. They had to know they couldn't just come into her house and treat her in that manner.