Here I Am Once Again Torn Into Pieces Novels & Stories

I whispered. Tears fell together with the glass I was holding. I hurt how it broke, but I have no interest in looking at its broken pieces. What was the reason looking at that scattered parts of the glass? I was like that; broken scattered into pieces, and lost in the field. I don’t have any direction to follow. Not a single compass helps me to go the right way. I was like that glass, steadfast, having heart aches, heaviness, and unknown future.

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

It shatters into a thousand pieces. Just like I felt about us.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

I could see her reflection now in a hundred shattered pieces, each one reflecting a different version of myself—one filled with pain, one filled with anger, one filled with longing. I hated all of them. “Damn you, Luciano,” I whispered, my voice trembling, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “Damn you for doing this to me.” A sob tore from my throat as I sank to my knees, my body wracked with emotion. I felt like I was unraveling, like every piece of me was slowly slipping away, and I didn’t know how to put myself back together. Because no matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I broke, no matter how hard I tried—

It was and is all pretend. Another muffled sob hiccups out of my throat at the irony. Suddenly, it isn't enough to remove the pictures from the wall. I fall back to my knees and shred each piece. Smaller and smaller I tear until I'm left with a pile of torn pieces that can never be put back together.

I shook my head violently, my damp hair sticking to my face. “No, Lami… don’t say that. Don’t—don’t tell me everything is going to be fine when it isn’t. Because it’s not. Nothing is fine.” My voice rose in broken fragments. “I feel like my heart is being torn into a thousand pieces. Why can’t the universe just give me a moment—a single moment—of peace, of hope? Why is it always clawing at me, dragging me down further and further? Why?”

soap, maybe, or cologne that lingered in the walls. Roman. Everything rushed back at once. My chest tightened so fast it stole the air from my lungs. I rolled onto my side and pressed my face into the pillow, a sound breaking out of me before I could stop it. Tears came hot and fast, soaking the fabric beneath my cheek. I clutched the blanket like it could anchor me, like if I held on tight enough, my life wouldn’t feel like it had shattered into pieces I couldn’t put back together. How did I get here?

Each name is a stab wound, each image a burn. A sob tears from my throat, hoarse, strangled. Then another. These are not tears of sadness; it's a collapse. The ground gives way beneath me. My house, my husband, my friends… everything is dust and lies. I crumble to my knees on the cold floor of the balcony, arms wrapped around my body as if to keep my soul from shattering into a thousand pieces. I am no longer the fury, no longer the huntress. I am a lost child amid the ruins of her own life.

Like a tornado in my mind, they swirl around, blending, unblending, and blending again until I can't tell one from the other. Lifting my head, I let out a pained howl that echoes around me while my heart shatters into a thousand tiny pieces that will never be able to be put back together. It was agonizing knowing that even after all of this, I was still nothing more than a tool and a monster. Where I thought I had finally found the place I belonged, I found that it was nothing more than another dark memory. Again, another howl escapes me, but as this one does, a set of arms wrap tightly around me.