Broken Life Novelas e Histórias

He said my name and still gave her what used to be mine. And I watched it all. I watched her hands where mine used to rest. Her lips on skin that once belonged to me. And I broke. Goddess, I broke. I broke like glass being thrown against stone shards, flying in every direction, slicing through everything I had left, and I had no control over it. Every part of me begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. I thought dying would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I was wrong.

But Calvin’s presence was reminding her of something she had nearly forgotten: Love did not have to be naïve. Trust did not have to be blind. And hope — fragile as it felt — was not weakness. It was strength choosing to risk again. She walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. No longer the woman shattered by headlines. No longer the woman building walls out of fear. But a woman who had survived — and was daring to feel again. Her phone vibrated softly. Calvin: “Goodnight, Mia. Thank you for today.” She smiled before replying. Mia: “Goodnight, Calvin.”

His body shook as he broke down crying. He hurt… He hurt everywhere. His back, his stomach, his ass and his insides. His heart was broken. He felt disgusting and used. ‘Thaddeus will never want me now.’ Aiden thought. Aiden knows Thaddeus will never want him after feeling what just happened to him. He's going to be disgusted knowing that another man touched him. Knowing that another man's cock was just inside him. Knowing that another man just came inside him. He's dirty, disgusting, and tainted. He's used, and Thaddeus is going to be repulsed by him.

I felt pity for every victim being born to a family who didn't want to keep them and proudly discarded us in a shithole, where whores were produced. It was a disgrace to my existence that tonight I could be abused in unimaginable ways. I wanted to hide. I wanted to scream. And anything above this, I wanted to run. As far and as away as I could. I felt a cold hand clutching my hand. Looking that way I found Lily whose eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. But for now, it was distorted with waters in them. "Lily," I called her out with a shaken spirit. She looked terrible. Her bluish eyes were puffed out, she looked like a walking skeleton—well, not more than me—I put my other hand on he

He once caressed my face with affection in his eyes then left me out here in this dark room sitting alone. I'm tired. I couldn't do it all. I had no hope left, I had no reason to fight for my life I was already broken. There was nothing left precious to me, I was nothing but garbage. I felt nothing but the pain caused by wounds as a body. Evil had already won. I'd rather die than live a life like this. I'm SHATTERED.

The sound of it breaking echoes through me like bone snapping. I stare at the shattered pieces scattered across the asphalt. My lifeline, my chance to reach him, destroyed in an instant. “No,” I whisper again, my voice breaking. “No, no, no…” Now what do I do?

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

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.

She whispered as her body began to loose it's life. "Kat no! You can't give up on me." I yelled as I shook her. No response, she just laid there lifeless. "Kat you can't leave me! Don't leave me." I whispered as warm tears started to fall. No response. I didn't want to give up on the last bit of hope I had left. Kat is my everything. She gives me faith, light, happiness and so much more. Without her I'm nothing. "Baby." My voice cracked as I picked her up and cradled her limp and lifeless body, still not wanting to believe that she was gone.