Broken In The Best Possible Way Novels & Stories

So I clenched my fists, shoved the pain down deep, and told myself it was better this way. Better broken now than destroyed later. Except it didn’t feel better. It felt like losing the only thing that had ever made me whole.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

The place that gave me the most horrible memories. Gabriel was constantly crossing paths with me so i decided to leave the place and came here with you to start a new life. I have no regrets except why i trusted Gabriel with Louis so blindly but then i got the punishment too. That’s who i am Denzel. A broken Cyrus". He broke down completely. Like his wounds were open again. Denzel let him cry out. He took all his hiccups, his sobs in his chest. His heart was in pain too. How someone could hurt a man like Cyrus. A pure loving person like him. He believed everything Cyrus told. He had seen him for a year almost.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

What breaks once… breaks easier the second time. And I knew the worst was still to come. To be continued…

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

Jasper pressed on harshly: — "So you did return to them, Adrian! Explain to me why you are doing this! Do you truly wish to devolve into the absolute worst version of yourself again?! Look around you, Adrian. You are destroying yourself and wounding the people closest to you without even realizing it. All of this for what?! For a damn fleeting emotion from the very beginning of your life?!" ​Adrian drained the glass in one silent, continuous gulp, then slammed it onto the table with excessive force: