Broken In The Best Possible Way Novels & Stories

I correct, with bitterness in my tone, "You loved yourself, your desires, your control, all alone." "You destroyed me," I repeat, emphasizing each word, Darrick's face contorts in anguish, his cries mixing with mine, unheard. But my resolve remains unshaken, firm and strong, "No," I say, resolute, "you had your chance, and blew it ." Too much hurt, memories flood back, pain overwhelms, "Too much damage," irreparable, forever to remain. Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow,

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

he gestured to the dim lights, the thick perfume in the air, the clinking glasses, “…is not survival. This is you destroying yourself.” My hands trembled beneath the table, and I hid them in my lap. I wanted to confess and tell him how much I love him, but something inside me felt cheated. I also wanted to spark at him and tell him he had no right to come into my world and judge me. He wasn’t the one who lost everything: love, parents, and hope. He wasn’t the one left broken and desperate. But instead, my voice betrayed me, soft and weak. “You don’t understand…”

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

This wasn’t just about waiting anymore. No… This was about timing. About pressure. About breaking people exactly where they were weakest. I exhaled slowly, my voice dropping into something colder. Something final. “Your fall…” I said quietly. “…will be our victory.” And this time— There would be no mistakes.

he said. “Yes.” because that was the point. because if the system needed perfection Then breaking it was the only way to get him back. the space shattered. not slowly. not carefully. violently. cracks running through everything. Through the ground. through the air. through me. pain finally returned. real. sharp. alive. and through it the bond surged. Not faint anymore. not weak. exploding. Zayden. I felt him. Clear. Strong. Fighting. Breaking through. “Aria”

“And still lying for survival.” I lowered my hand slowly. “You should leave me alone, Rome.” “No.” The answer came too fast. A strange ache twisted in my chest. He leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched lazily while his sharp gaze remained locked onto me. “You know what pissed me off the most?” he said quietly. “I don’t care.” “You disappeared without giving me the chance to look for you.” I scoffed bitterly. “We were a sinking ship, Rome.” “Yes.” A faint smirk touched his mouth. “We were… but not anymore—until you decided to sunk that ship yourself.”

"Please..." My voice broke. "Help me.”

Something inside me broke. The world shattered and fell silent.