Broken In The Best Possible Way Novels & Stories

I said again as he stood up. "Whatever Pussy" He walked out slamming the door angrily. Jim was right, I was a pussy and truth was that am still not ready to talk things with Anna. I know my emotions would get the best of me and we'll be laying in same bed if she as little as kiss me.

Just like the last time,it was the kind of look that could make you feel as if you had just fallen into a dangerous trap . Innalilahi wa'ina illaihi raji'un No! this can't be...this can't be happening!!

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

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?

Tears that streamed down my face got carried away by the water in which I was... sinking. "I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I DIDN'T DO IT!!." I kept thinking to myself as I shut my eyes, wanting this horrible nightmare to end and wake up any moment. But that wasn't the case. My body kept slowly drifting down into the bottomless ocean of water. "Even nightmares aren't as horrible as my life."

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

Something inside of me just broke, that's the only way I can describe it. * *

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

But my trembling hands caused my favorite wine glass to fall onto the floor and shatter into a million glistening pieces. "Goddammit!" I cried piercingly, kneeling down as if I could possibly put the glass together again. But who am I fooling—I can't fix it. I can't glue these broken pieces together, no matter how hard I try; I'll only make my hands bloody and spend time trying to fix something that's unfixable. What I can do? I can stare at the mess until I get a broom and throw what has become of my favorite wine glass away in the trash, accepting the fact that it can never be mended again.