Novel & Cerita Broken Like You

I composed myself and called my mom to come get me. Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. "Ella, what's wrong?" He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left. Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely. "That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.

Her terror wrapped around me, but it also kept me steady, it gave me something to fight for. The thing rose up again, unfolding taller than the ceiling should allow. The air went cold, like it was sucking the warmth right out of me. Where hands should've been, darkness licked the air like hungry flames. "Break." The word exploded inside my head. My bones felt like they were getting hammered. My teeth rattled, my spine jerked, and everything went dim at the edges. It wasn't a sound. It was destruction made into a word. I staggered, almost dropping her. "No!" The word ripped out of my throat. My knees wanted to give, but I held on to the weight of the child in my arms. Her heartbeat drummed ag

With the speed the expression across her adorable face changes, it takes me by slight surprise. She frowns at me, grabbing me the collar of my shirt. “Don’t you ever call yourself that. You’re not broken, Vector. You’re hurt. Badly. It’s not like you asked for this. Sometimes life just loves to be a bitch and take us by surprise. But that doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. You’re going to be okay. It’s just going to take a bit more time. That’s all.” She holds my face with both her hands, kissing the tip of my nose. “Say it. Say you’re not broken. Say it out loud. I want to hear it.”

A voice interrupted from behind him. Rio, his personal assistant, stood there with a deeply worried expression. He stepped closer, trying to stop his boss’s hand as Jackson reached for a second bottle of wine. “The wedding has already happened. Please stop drinking so much, sir. Tomorrow—” Hearing that warning, what remained of Jackson’s reason, already consumed by alcohol and jealousy, snapped. “Shut up!” Jackson barked, his eyes red and blazing with fury. Crash! Without thinking, Jackson hurled the half-full bottle of wine with all his strength. The bottle flew past Rio’s head, shot through the air, and shattered against the marble wall behind him. Dark red liquid streamed down the wall li

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

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Never Again 🌷 “Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me I've been broken before…” -Ali Gatie, It's You ~•~ "It works like this, your daddy says you need to have soup, so here's the deal, every time you have a spoon of soup, you get a bonus card with a surprise in it which you can receive when you get better." I smiled, and his eyes shone in excitement while looking at his father for permission.

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

Standing at the breaking point. Letting the fracture speak.