Fixing Broken Novelas e Histórias

I looked at him through glassy eyes, using every cell in my body to keep the tears at bay. "Am I broken?" "...No." He shook his head, tightening his hold on my hand. "At least, I don't think you are, but if you are, then I guess I am too... Maybe we're all a little bit broken?" "Then how do I fix it?" "We can't. We just... Learn to live with it, and find peace and happiness with the remaining pieces... I don't think all broken things need to be fixed, baby sister."

“See this recursion loop here? It's inefficient. It creates a 0.02-second lag in high-load scenarios. I put it there intentionally. A failsafe. A tiny flaw in the fortress wall, known only to the architect.” His finger moved onto another module. “And this Styx Bridge protocol… the version they used is from an early draft. It has a vulnerability to specific, overlapping electromagnetic frequencies. A harmonic weakness. I fixed it in later drafts, but the fix isn’t in my official notebooks. It’s in my head.”

But why do I still see the broken girl even if the mirror is not there anymore? The blood on my hands is proof that I did everything to make the broken girl go away, but she remains. I’m broken. And there is no fixing me. Even if there is no mirror, I will still be broken because the problem is not the mirror, it’s not the people who see me. The problem is ‘me’.

"Aria. Talk to me." "About what?" "About whatever's bothering you. About the gallery. About the security measures. About anything." His voice had an edge now. Frustration breaking through. "I can't fix problems I don't know about." I met his eyes. "Some problems can't be fixed." "That's not true." "It is true. Some things, once they're broken, stay broken." I picked up my wine. Didn't drink it. Just held it. "You can adjust schedules and install new security systems and arrange alternative opportunities. But you can't fix what's already gone."

But deep down, I was already broken. And I did not know if anything could fix that.

"Or maybe someone slipped those empty bottles into my office while I wasn't there." As I spoke, I carefully watched Malcolm's and Gavin's expressions. Malcolm was good at hiding his emotions, so his face barely changed. But Gavin's expression stiffened for a moment, and his hand trembled without him realizing it. Malcolm quietly steadied Gavin's hand before saying to me. "Who besides you could get into your office? There are security cameras all over the hospital. If someone had planted evidence, they would have been caught." I let out a mocking laugh. "That's because someone knew the hospital security system was being upgraded over the last two days, so every camera was offline."

“Let me finish Zach… so yeah I know I ruined everyone's mood yesterday and I'm sorry about that I just couldn't help it” “Girll it's fine I mean what are friends for” Mira nudged her playfully, they all gave out a hearty laughter. “So ermmm I don't know what this is called but I think I unlocked a new ability”. “You what?” “Zach can you stop freaking out when she says anything you act…” “Mira don't get me started”. Ava clutched her forehead in frustration “you guys come on am trying to say something here”. “Wheeww fine we are sorry what's it”.

But the apartment felt like it was caving in on itself and Jessica standing there trying to look like she wasn’t dying inside. “You don’t have to protect everyone,” I whispered. Her eyes flicked to mine, glistening. “Someone has to.” She turned back to the sink, scrubbing at an invisible stain. I swallowed the ache in my throat and hugged her tightly from behind. “I need you to talk to me Jessica.Whatever's wrong we can fix it ... together".” She smiled without looking at me. “ I'm fine.I'm just… going through a rough patch right now.” I squeezed her tighter.She pretended not to notice and was already reaching for another dirty glass, humming off-key.

“You’re surrounded by people who want to use you. People who don’t understand you like I do. Come back inside. We can fix this.” The words hit me like déjà vu. He’d said them before—after fights, after betrayals, after the miscarriage. Always the same promise: we can fix this. But nothing was ever fixed. Only buried. I straightened my shoulders, forcing strength into my voice. “I’m not broken, Daniel. And I don’t need you to fix me.” The street seemed to hold its breath. ***** For the first time in years, Daniel faltered. Just slightly. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing before he turned away with sharp precision.

His voice was laced with anger. I nodded. "I'm going to find that scoundrel and teach him a lesson! You were his mate! What kind of man treats his mate like that?" "No, it's over. Let it go," I said, grabbing his arm to stop him. "No, that scoundrel needs to pay for what he did to you," Chris insisted. "It's already done," I replied softly. "He has already paid the price." Not long ago, Peter had told me that Adam's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. With all my father's assets now under my control, Adam's funding had dried up.