Novel & Cerita Damaged Like Us

Damien sat rigid across from me, his dark eyes cold yet distant, haunted by everything we’d lost—and everything he couldn’t forget. His side still bled through hastily wrapped bandages, but he barely acknowledged the pain. I reached for his hand, holding tight, grounding us both.“We made it,” I whispered, almost not believing it. His jaw clenched before he nodded slowly, his fingers tightening around mine. “We’re still here.” A Shattered World Kyle’s trembling fingers flew over the damaged console, trying to restore power to Rook’s navigation system. "Our systems are fried... no signal, no backup,” he rasped.

Damien opened his cellphone and showed Leah some photos. Leah looked at pictures of herself with Adrian and Damien in several different spots. She looked very cheerful at that time. "Sorry Damien, I had an accident some time ago and lost some of my memories, some memories did come back, but others didn't," said Leah, not wanting the person in front of her to feel forgotten.

—a shattered mirror reassembled with the cracks deliberately visible, the breaks incorporated into the new design rather than hidden. "That's us," she said quietly, standing in front of it with Damien. "Broken and reassembled?" "Broken and reassembled with all the cracks showing. Not trying to hide what happened. Just incorporating it into who we're becoming." Damien took her hand. "I like that. Better than pretending we're not damaged." "Everyone's damaged. We just have more dramatic origin stories than most." They had lunch at a small café near the park—nothing fancy, just sandwiches and coffee like any other couple. Isabella watched Damien eat and tried to memorize the moment. Simple. Nor

I warned him, knowing how ladies could go crazy over the man they loved "Advice well taken" Damien chuckled. "The border has been compromised, soldiers are attacking our people"

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

she seethed with rage “If you were paying any attention to where you were going you would not have hit me. You should be grateful it was my back and not a tree.” “Why you -”

shoe lady said to Cameron, Morana was about to reply when Cameron stepped in front of her “She isn’t my mate, and I don’t think Alpha would like you talking to her like this. “The bitch dislocated my jaw” And now it seems to have healed, you’ll live

“Lighter. But also scared.” “I am scared,” I admitted. “Scared that wanting something for myself means I’m being selfish. Scared that if I let someone in they’ll see how damaged I am and leave.” Dr. Kemi was quiet for a second. “Aria, you survived Marcus. You built a company from curtains and fear. You raised a daughter who thinks paper flowers are the best gift in the world. You are not damaged. You are durable. There’s a difference. Damaged means broken beyond repair. Durable means you’ve been through fire and you’re still here. Still soft enough to feel, still strong enough to choose.”

Someone like you definitely doesn't deserve my son Damien So make sure to stay clear. “I was completely left shocked and confused.

I press a hand there, as if I can keep them from sinking deeper. “If he loves me,” I say, “why does it always feel like I’m on a leash?” “Because he doesn’t know how to love without holding on too tight,” she says simply. “Doesn’t mean he’s indifferent. Just means he’s damaged.” “So am I,” I mutter. “Exactly,” she says. “Two damaged people trying to build something on a battlefield. Shockingly, it’s not going smoothly.” I let out a sound that’s half laugh, half sob.