Fix Me Im Broken Novels & Stories

I had just broken my vow. *** (Don't forget to drop a comment/review. Don't be a ghost reader! 🧡)

"If you thought you fixed me by leaving me there all by myself, then you are wrong... you didn't fix Mom... You left me broken..." __________________________

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

my body flinched when I heard it shutter. "Fuck!" I lifted both my hands up to my face to cover it, as I felt my heart break into the same pieces I felt my camera break into. I heard a deep voice saying, "Shit!" I took in one deep breath and spoke, "please... please tell me that it's not broken.." "Umh... uh... umh.. okay.. it's not broken?"

He puts his hand out and I grab it and pull myself up onto my feet. "You don't want me Lucas. I've made such a mess of my life that I can't even look to find where I should start to clean it up. I'm so broken the no broom would be enough to sweep it all up," I lightly smile. "You're in luck because I know who can fix you," he said. I roll my eyes because I literally just told him that I can't be the person he picks. "I told you n-."

My heart clenched. My fingers curled into fists. The weight of his words threatened to drag me under. But I refused to drown. "Fix what you broke?" My voice came out uneven, but I didn’t care. "Michael, you didn’t just break us. You shattered me." He flinched. Good.

It wasn’t my wolf coming back yet, but it was hope. Maybe, just maybe, Zeus and I could fix each other. One broken piece at a time.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

“Listen to me.” I turn to him. “I see you,” he continues. “Not what he made. Not what you went through.” My throat tightens. “I see you.” My vision blurs. “And you’re not broken.” The words shatter something inside me. Because I want to believe that. God, I want to. But— “What if I am?” I whisper. Silence. Then— “Then we fix it,” he says. Simple. Impossible. Real. Adrian exhales slowly.

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."