Fractured But Whole Difficulty Novels & Stories

"Then you're honest. Real. Human. And maybe that's enough. Maybe being broken is better than pretending to be whole. Maybe being weak is better than forcing strength. Maybe being alone is better than forcing connection." Through the sealed bonds, I felt Kade. Felt him trying to reach me. Felt his desperate need to comfort me. And I kept them sealed. Kept him out. Because I couldn't. Couldn't feel him right now. Couldn't bear his presence when his presence meant accepting he'd never be more than foundation. "How long do I have to be broken before I can be whole again?" "I don't know. Some people heal in days. Some in years. Some never."

And just like that— Everything fractured.

“What if I’m too broken to be whole again?” Ramon steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “You’re not broken, Jasmine,” he says again, his voice steady. “And even if you were, I’d piece you back together. Every shard, every fragment. I’d make you whole.”

“Please don’t give up on us!” “I’m almost done with her lower leg Bart.” Conor said, trying to focus on his task. You’re such a strong woman, Kay. Keep fighting! Hearing Joanne cry and seeing Karen in such a state had made his blood boil while it ripped him apart inside. I have to keep it together. But I really don’t know if I can. “I’m having trouble getting this compound fracture to heal. I may need you to help and hit it from the opposite side since this bone is in really rough shape…” Bart muttered as he made sure the intensity switch to the maximum level. “I need to get her blood transfusion also.”

I won’t hesitate and I definitely won’t lose. “Break it.” The voice again. Closer now. Not around me. Inside me. “I already did,” I whisper. My fingers twitch. But they don’t feel like mine. Not completely. Not anymore. “Not enough,” it replies. Of course not. It’s never enough. Pain lingers in my bones— No— What’s left of them. Because something changed when I hit that ground. Something cracked. And something else— Slipped in. “You’re still holding on,” it says.

Standing at the breaking point. Letting the fracture speak.

Something learning that indecision was acceptable here. That being broken was just another way to be whole.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

In—fracture. Because now it wasn’t being resisted. It was being forced apart. the space cracked. violent. the wolves stepped back. all of them. because now they felt it. the difference. the break. the choice being made. the thing surged one last time. desperate. trying to hold on. trying to remain. trying to—become us.

Because each fracture would be different. Each required its own understanding. The reflection in the glass showed someone no longer trying to maintain perfect alignment

“Then we keep going. One fracture at a time, until the balance is whole again.” The group began their journey out of the valley, the key’s soft glow lighting their path. The road ahead was long, but for the first time, they felt the weight of hope pressing against them. The fractures were not insurmountable. Together, they would restore the balance, no matter how long it took.