Fractured But Whole Difficulty Novels & Stories

Why I’ve felt fractured and wrong and barely holding it together. I’ve been fighting myself. Chaining myself. And if I want to be whole again—if I want to shift, to fight, to survive—I have to stop. I have to start being myself. All of me. Even the parts I buried. Especially the parts I buried. “Nrah?” I call. 'Yes?' “I’m sorry.” There’s a pause. 'Don’t be sorry. Be better.' I grin, closing my eyes. “Bossy wolf.” 'Broken girl.'

Wanted to be what they were before. But Together was right. They could not be fixed. Could not be restored. Could not become what they were. The damage was permanent. The fracture was irreversible. The shattering was eternal. They had to accept it. Had to acknowledge it. Had to stop trying to fix it. Slowly. Painfully. Reluctantly. The twenty-two accepted. Stopped trying to fix. Acknowledged damage. "We accept," multiple voices said imperfectly synchronized. "We are damaged. We are fractured. We are incompatible. We accept. We stop trying to fix. We acknowledge what we are. We accept."

--- A beat. “You just found a way to avoid it.” --- The words hit deeper than expected. --- Because something flickered— --- Across all of them. --- A moment of inconsistency. --- A fracture. --- Victor saw it instantly. --- “That’s it,” he said quietly. --- A pause. --- “It’s not stable.” --- Because splitting choice— --- Didn’t remove conflict. --- It multiplied it. --- And somewhere beneath all those versions— --- The original problem still existed. --- The inability to accept loss.

"Ella, don't take your anger out on the baby. Please?" Zachary probably thought I'd change my mind, so his face was full of sincerity. The spectators started whispering and pointing at me. "Young people these days are so difficult to please." "Exactly, it's a human life after all." I was suddenly surrounded by judgment, trapped with no way out. "Everyone shut up!" Leave it to Ava to silence the entire crowd with one shout. "Love watching drama, do you? Fine. This man cheated during his marriage, kept a mistress, and had a child with another woman. Tell me, would you stay with a man like that?"

he suddenly asked her. “My life is completed. Who said that a bad decision can change one’s life completely?” She hugged them both. “Who said that one day your will stop with your dumb ideas?” He joked and she hit his chest. “I didn’t even need alcohol to be dumb.” They both burst into laughter. “I accept your flaws, even your flawed resolutions.”

he grumbled. “Can you stop grumbling for once? ” asked. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Cheska,” he barked. “I can’t move without your help, and I’m in pain. I don’t feel better unless I take my medications. I can’t work; I can’t even give myself a proper shower! So please … be quiet, because you don’t understand what I am going through. Do you think it’s easy having a broken arm and leg, not to mention a fractured spine, and I have to depend on you to help me exercise! Do you think it’s easy? ” he shouted. I took a deep breath before speaking. He’s right. It’s not easy, but he still has a lot to give God thanks for.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

I say aloud. “How can you say something like that? She is our mate!” there goes my sentimental wolf. Trojan is extraordinarily strong and intimidating. I first got him after the incident when I was twelve, I was not healing, and my uncle says he was sure I was going to die. He says it had been a week since I was admitted but no change to my condition.

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

“You are afraid of being wrong. You are afraid of hurting each other. Those fears are real. Ignoring them will not make them disappear.” I paused, letting the silence hold. “The fracture you feel is not a sign that this is broken,” I said. “It is a sign that the old structure is gone and the new one is still forming.” Some looked unconvinced. Others looked relieved. “This work does not end,” I said. “There is no point where it becomes easy. There is only the choice to keep carrying it together or to hand it back to something that will carry it for you and crush you in the process.”