Dream Meaning Of Broken Glass Novels & Stories

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

The personal assistant bowed down his head and walked out of his boss’ room. “What actually happened just now? Illogically and irrationally, the thick, strong and highly-qualified glass could just explode and shatter to pieces. Shit! Shit! It absolutely doesn’t make sense! Moreover, I also lost my golden opportunity to drag my Sumico Baby into my hot embrace!” Back into her personal working office, Sumico was also still shocked, breathless and scared within her great disbelief. “That glass window is superbly strong, thick and qualified. Why could it just explode like that and irrationally shatter into tiny countless pieces as if… as if… as if it’d just been bombarded with a kind of nuclear m

It seemed Kiera was hell-bent on leaving him and that simply pushed him over the edge. With a violent motion, Nicholas grabbed the glass cup from the table and flung it against the wall. Shards of glass scattered all around on the floor, a reflection of the broken fragments of his life. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Nicholas's heavy breaths. The shattered glass served as a poignant reminder of the chaos that had consumed them all, leaving behind a trail of pain and heartache. "Damn it, Kiera! Aish!!!"

entered into her. She picked the glass again, pursed her lips and flung it against the wall, shattering it to fragments of pieces as pain and frustration welled up in her, the shattered glass on the floor resembled her heart right now. All these thoughts hadn’t allowed her to sleep a wink since she’d left the island.

I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me. I sat down on the floor, my eyes fixated on the broken glass, i try to gather the pieces together to make it a whole but it didn't work. A tear trickle down my cheek as i realize that no matter how much i try to pull myself together, to glue the pieces, it won't work, i will stay broken, I will never be a whole again. **FLASHBACK** Few days ago.. I opened my eyes slowly, a yawn escaped my lips as i tiredly rubbed my eyes.

Something breaking? I peered over the side of my bed, and there were glass shards all over the floor. When I take sleeping pills at night, I usually keep glass and a bottle of water near my nightstand. I haven't gotten enough sleep in the last six days, so I started taking a pill to get at least some sleep so that my body can keep working. It had almost become a habit by this point. I suppose I pushed it aside when I awoke from my dream. “Open the door,” I ignored him and beginning to clean away the shards of glass. There was silence on the other end, and I almost thought he had left.

However, with this type of glass, have you ever placed your face against it, squint your eyes deeply, and crafted your hand like a shield over your forehead, trying to peek inside? I bet you haven’t. But that was exactly what I did right now. And though it was somewhat dark, I was still able to catch a glimpse inside. But instead of seeing if they offered good services or not, I saw something else—something that shattered me into several broken pieces, like a fallen jar dropped from a skyscraper.

And still, the pain wouldn’t go away. My child was dead. Natalia had nearly died. Everything was broken and wrong and it was all my fucking fault. “Fuck!” I roared, suddenly hurling my glass across the room. It shattered against the wall. Shards of crystal rained down onto the hardwood floor. I stared at the mess I’d made, at the amber liquid dripping down the wall, at the broken pieces scattered across the floor. It looked like how I felt inside. Shattered. Dripping. Broken.

My claws extended without conscious thought, and before I knew it, before I could stop myself or even think to try, the mirror was in shards at my feet. The crash echoed through the abandoned wing, a sound like thunder and breaking hearts. Each piece that hit the stone seemed to take a piece of that impossible hope with it, scattering fragments of what might have been across the dusty floor. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, hands bleeding from where the glass had bitten deep, surrounded by a thousand fractured reflections that showed me nothing but darkness. But still... something lingered.

But to Adrian, it probably meant something. My fingers tightened. I thought about Leo. About the scar under my shirt. About Marcus saying I was getting too close, losing focus. About Aurora Winters dying alone on a bedroom floor. My hand opened. The glass fell. It hit the hardwood with a crack that split the silence. Crystal exploded. Shards scattered across the floor, glittering like diamonds. I stood there. Staring at the destruction. A laugh bubbled up. Small at first. Then bigger. I had broken his glass. His special, precious glass.