Novel & Cerita Dream Meaning Of Broken Glass

It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards. “Fucking hell,” I muttered. The sharp pain registered too late. I looked down, my palm smeared red, glass embedded in the flesh. The pain barely registered. It was nothing compared to the firestorm inside me. I sank back, the weight of fatigue and anger pulling me down. My vision hazed a little, a mix of alcohol and sleep deprivation. The broken glass twinkled on the floor like a sick mosaic of my life—sharp, perilous, and waiting to cut anyone who drew near.

It caught my attention, but it almost gave me a heart attack when I saw who was calling. I suddenly felt a rush of joy because Samara was calling. So, I quickly stood up, grabbing my phone. In my haste, I accidentally knocked the glass over, causing it to crash on the floor and shatter. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the entire room. Holding my phone in one hand and my eyes fixed on the broken glass on the floor, a sudden shiver ran through my body. The joy I had a moment ago was replaced by anxiety and a bit of fear. The sudden heavy downpour outside, due to the storm mentioned in the news before I went to bed, accompanied the crashing of the glass on the floor, making it all fe

I laughed bitterly, then throw the glass against the wall beside him,he flinches and looks at me like I'm a psychopath. " See the glass over there, that is what I became after trusting you. Do you think I'll do that again. You see Nik when trust is broken it can never fixed, like the glass over there. Even if you glue them back together it won't look the same. It will leave scars forever. So tell me Nikolas how do you expect me to trust you" I say bitterly "I don't know what else to say for you to believe me."he replies desperately

The mirror broke, and pieces of glass flew everywhere, like a bunch of sparkly tears falling. When the pieces stopped moving, Thalia stood there, in the mess she made. She felt mad and really desperate. The room, once a comfy place, now showed signs of her feeling all mixed up inside. Her inner wolf, now quiet with the broken mirror, kinda just watched. Thalia, though, had to deal with what she did. The broken mirror showed bits of her own messed-up feelings. The room, once a safe spot, now told the story of Thalia's heart being a wild storm, with bits of glass all over the floor.

Silence again. Did everyone just decide to go MIA? I turned on the lights to get a better view. I gasped as I took in the view before me. There were pieces of broken glass on the floor and my mother’s favourite figurine had also been smashed. My breath almost stopped when I saw something that looked like blood on some pieces of the glasses. Did we get attacked by rogue wolves?

As far as I know it will arrive tomorrow. I am just now looking for a free time to attack. I noticed that Mira often talks to someone on the phone. I also noticed that he was itching more and more every day. I watched him from above. He got into a car that didn't belong to us. I smell the air and a familiar scent lingers on my nose. It was only then that I noticed that I had broken the breakable goblet I was holding and that the contents of it had dripped onto my hand along with my own blood. There were more broken parts embedded in my flesh that I removed one by one. It doesn't hurt, and even if I break a few more broken glasses with my hand, it won't hurt me.

"A glass becomes dangerous when it's broken." *

My fist slammed into the bathroom mirror. The sound of breaking glass exploded through the room, echoing violently off the walls. Cracks spread instantly like dark veins. Pain immediately shot through my hand. Hot. Sharp. But it was nothing compared to the rage in my chest. The mirror fractured partially. Glass shards fell into the sink. And within the broken pieces… Lazriel’s face shattered as well. But even inside those fragments… I still felt it. He was still there. Still watching. Still smiling. As if what I just did meant nothing at all.

I quickly looked around but he was nowhere to be found, I slowly turned to the one who was still in the glass, I walked back to the glass and continued punching it hard, the sound of my bones hitting the glass echoed in the air but I couldn't feel the pain all I wanted to do was break it, that's not me so it shouldn't exist. I punched hard again and again until the glass cracked, I heard the sound of the door opening but Ignored it, the glass is finally cracking, I punched it hard again and this time it shattered completely, one of the pieces cutting me on my cheeks, there were small glass pieces in my knuckles making me to bleed excessively, as I looked at the blood that was rolling down my

Jenny opened her eyes suddenly. The sweat was starting to drip down her temples now. Jenny's breath was so fast, even she also seemed surprised by what she had just felt in her dream. "Gosh, it was just a dream apparently," Jenny muttered to herself. She immediately took a glass of mineral water that was on the table in her room at this time. When she was about to drink mineral water from the glass, Jenny suddenly let it go. She didn't even realize that the glass she had been holding since a few moments ago had broken into pieces and shocked her again.