Fractured But Whole Difficulty Novels & Stories

“Losing myself. This fire in me… every time I use it, I feel like I’m burning up pieces of who I am. Like eventually there’s not gonna be anything left.” He nodded. Classic Silas, all chill. “That’s what power does. It burns away the junk. Makes you figure out what’s under all the armor.” She shot him a look. “And what if I can’t stand what I find?” He actually—get this—softened. Like, you could almost see the granite crack. “Then smash it up and build something better. Who says you gotta keep every broken bit?” He brushed her hair out of her face—slow, careful. His fingers stuck around a second longer than they needed to. “You’re not some monster, Evangeline. Just hauling too much crap.”

Still waiting. Not forcing. Just existing. Like he knows I haven’t actually solved anything by locking this door. My fingers tremble slightly. And for the first time since everything started collapsing— I feel it clearly. This isn’t a triangle. This is something fractured. And I am standing exactly in the middle of the break. Holding pieces that don’t want to stay together anymore.

On other days, she could just hear them. One of the horrible days was today. "I cannot do this," she murmured. "You can." "No. I cannot keep living like this. Split in half. Never whole." Marcus moved closer, his expression serious. "Then stop trying to be whole. Accept that you are fractured. That you will always be fractured. And learn to make that your advantage." "How?" "By using both sides," Marcus said. "Your humanity gives you compassion. Restraint. The ability to see beyond survival. Your creature nature gives you power. Instinct. The strength to protect what matters."

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

he said, his voice steady despite his obvious physical distress. The statement froze me. "What do you mean?" "Your consciousness. It's been shattered and put back together wrong. But the wrong way makes it stronger. Like broken bones that heal thicker." He stood, wavering slightly, and walked toward me. His mother moved to stop him but Marcus held her back. "Jamie, be careful," Marcus warned. "I need to touch her," Jamie said. "I need to feel how the broken pieces fit together. Maybe that's how I fix myself."

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

As he knelt to pick up the broken pieces, I wondered if that's what we were doing–picking up broken pieces, trying to make them into something whole. Or if we were just cutting ourselves on the shards, calling the bleeding intimacy.

He shook his head in anguish and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “No, Phoebe. I know Bonnie’s death has been hard for you to come to terms with, but I’m hurting too. The living have to move on. We lost Bonnie, but we can still have another child someday. After seven years together, can you really bear to let it all go?” If it had been before, I would have blushed at his domineering attitude and mistaken it for care. But at that moment, staring at that familiar face, all I felt was disgust.

Not here. Not like this. Rowan’s grip never loosened And somewhere beyond the pain Beyond the fracture The bond fought back. ---

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.