Fix Me Im Broken Novels & Stories

i said and coughed a little to add more spice to my sick character "So you are currently naked in your chest region because I'm seeing your bra here too" he said i smiled at him and he smiled smiled back and walked out of the room, he tried to close the door but the door won't close anymore because it's broken, he broke it with his strength. That's his business though because he will eventually be the one to fix it

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

Coated my cheeks in a sheet of moisture. But the laughing didn't stop. "I really am fucking broken, aren't I?" I asked through my fits. Bellamy shook his head. "Broken doesn't mean unfixable. We will get through this. Whatever you need, I will be here. Even if you don't tell him about me-" Another choked maniacal laugh rumbled into being between us. I couldn't help it.

But it doesn’t work. Because I am broken, and I’m pretty sure I’m beyond repair.

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

“Whatever’s eating you, fix it before it kills you. Because the next time you lose focus in a real fight, you won’t wake up.” He walked away, leaving me in the dim light of the training yard. My breath came out ragged, my pulse wild. I threw the blade into the ground, the metal sinking into the dirt with a dull thud. And then I sank down beside it. The smell of soil, sweat, and iron filled my lungs — grounding and suffocating at the same time. I pressed a hand over my face and let the silence swallow me. I’d broken things today. Again. Julie’s pride. Nalini’s peace. My own restraint.

“He’d probably hate seeing you like this, you know.” “Probably,” I said, wiping a tear that slipped out anyway. Did he really hate how miserable I was now? No….he must be thinking I deserved it, and I really did. Mia gave a little half-smile. “Then we’ll fix it.” “Fix what?” “You.” I scoffed quietly. “I’m not broken.” She tilted her head. “No. Just cracked a little.” I wanted to argue, but I didn’t have the strength. Instead, I sat beside her, curling my fingers around the glass for warmth.

i realized i was so stupid back then so i'll try fixing it. thak you once again and see you later. and this is not a goodbye

Having a broken heart around you is a blessing. A person with broken pieces always knows how that feels. They always try and protect hearts. If you have someone like that in your life, keep them at all costs. ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) — Mehak Gupta *plays Echo in the bg* ~~~ × ~~~