Novel & Cerita Broken Like You

“What if I’m too broken to be whole again?” Ramon steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “You’re not broken, Jasmine,” he says again, his voice steady. “And even if you were, I’d piece you back together. Every shard, every fragment. I’d make you whole.”

“And that’s the point. They want to ruin you.” I broke. I sobbed, my body shaking, my breath catching. “Who would do this? Who hates me this much?”

"Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to be so rough but you just… fuck, you drive me crazy." I nodded weakly, then laughed breathlessly when I realized I couldn't even form words yet. My brain felt fuzzy. My body felt like it had been put through the best kind of torture. "I… I think you broke me," I managed to whisper out. "In the best way possible. I've never felt anything like that. I'm completely destroyed."

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”

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

There was a monster in him that had to be fed, and he wouldn’t stop until it was satisfied. She was grabbed and slammed against the wall, her head filled with white noise as the back of my skull struck the hard surface. Abubakar hit her harder than he ever had before, his hand closed this time, and she felt her jaw crack. She only understood a few words, something about the pills, and she was going to have all pills she had wanted, and he tore some from the package and shoved them into her mouth, and tried to hold her jaw shut as she spat and sputtered. He hit her in the stomach and she doubled over, and he dragged her through the bedroom to the living room.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

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.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.