Broken Like You Novels & Stories

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

His foot came down hard on the screen. Once. Twice. Three times. Glass shattered beneath his shoe. He backed away, breathing heavily as he stared at the mangled phone lying on the ground. For one long second, neither of us moved. I looked at the remains of my phone, then looked back at Alex. And, I burst out laughing. His face fell as confusion flashed in his eyes. I walked over, picked up what was left of my phone, and turned it over in my hand. The screen was completely broken.

She asked smiling like she just said the most brilliant thing ever. Explore no, not with Tobi he brings out everything have tried so hard to keep from everyone, in the weirdest way he makes me want to trust him and the last time I did that it got really bad I mean with Zach. Call me stupid I still had hope that I could work things out with Zach. "Nah, He's my boss" I told Lola, I moaned as soon as the cornflakes got to my tastebud. It’s been a while I ate something this good and Lola was about to ruin it for me.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

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“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

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,

If this doesn't work out, it won't break me. It might very well kill me, but I know I won't let it break me. I've already been broken and I refuse to fall apart again.