Broken In The Best Possible Way Novels & Stories

Something is breaking. Something she could no longer outrun.

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

I know that I am crossing the line but dude, I am not exaggerating as I don't want to involve myself in them again. I became kind and befriended by these creatures, but they deceived me. They broke my trust and it will never go back to the way it used to be. Once the trust is broken, it will never be the same again like the glass having its crack. Sometimes, it is better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. In my condition, I am not the only one who became hurt as I tried to put it back together but also the people around me.

The mirror, once a simple reflective surface, now bore witness to my inner turmoil and the storm raging within me. The sound of that word—"gay"—hung heavy in the air, its impact reverberating in the depths of my being. Both day and night, I found myself succumbing to fits of uncontrollable sobbing. This level of brokenness was foreign to me, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was as if the very foundation of my world had been shaken to its core by a single utterance.

Greeting three men wasn't a plan at all and wasn't also a choice that I had no option but to choose from. " Who broke it? " I asked trying to smile but it wasn't coming up so I gave out my real life way since she was my best friend and o wouldn't hide my feelings from her at all just that my life had broken down into pieces and I wasn't sure if I could fix it all ever again till I just die. Though my thoughts were of peace but still had some evil thoughts Down my head and just gave a pretending look and behaviour to make that a bygone.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

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,

Kael made a sound—half break, half surrender— And everything shattered.

Each time, the same robotic message: The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. By evening, rage had replaced desperation. I hurled my phone against the wall. It shattered beautifully. The screen splintered into a spider web of cracks, pieces scattering across the floor. Well, that was therapeutic. And expensive. But mostly therapeutic. I collapsed onto the bed, curling into myself like I could physically hold the broken pieces together. Then the tears came. Not the pretty, delicate kind you see in movies. The ugly, gasping kind that leaves you with a headache and swollen eyes.

Three years of loving someone who looked right through me. And for what? The sound that comes out of me doesn’t sound human. It’s animal, guttural, the kind of grief that lives in your bones and tears you apart from the inside out. I grab the mug—that stupid, thoughtful, devastating mug—and throw it against the wall. It shatters. Navy blue ceramic exploding into a hundred pieces, scattering across my floor like evidence of everything broken inside me. And I’m glad. Glad to see something outside myself destroyed. Glad to watch something else fall apart.