Here I Am Once Again Torn Into Pieces Novels & Stories

My hands, clumsy and trembling couldn't even catch me properly. The sobs tore out before I could stop them. Ugly, gasping sounds ripped from my chest, raw and jagged. I clutched at my sides, trying to hold myself together, but the pieces were already falling apart. By the goddess, it hurt. Fucking hurt. It hurt worse than anything I'd ever known. Like my heart had been hollowed out with a rusted blade. None of them, none of them, understood how it felt. I curled into myself, clutching my arms tight around my ribs like I could somehow hold myself together. But the pieces were already breaking off, falling into a thousand sharp shards around me.

“Now!” “It’s the only way!” A sharp pain tore through me Not like before This was… different. This was something being ripped apart. I gasped, choking on nothing, my entire body shaking as I felt it again That tearing sensation Like something inside me was being broken into pieces. Forced apart. Scattered. “No, no, no—” My voice dissolved into panic. Because I understood now. Not everything But enough. Enough to know this wasn’t just some random power inside me.

You have to push Lorraine and show him, Show him Lorraine. I let out a gasp and threw the scissors across the bathroom. I let out a cry as I slammed my fist against the mirror, it shattered into a million pieces and some glass pieces cut into my skin. I scream my lungs out, my body sags onto the cold floor. I bring my legs closer to my chest and hug myself as I allow the gentle tears to pour out of my eyes. I am burned out. I used to believe that if you gave enough, in the end it would always be enough but I've learned that for some people, all that you are is not everything they need.

intercepted Grey gently. “No! I want to hear his answer. I demand it. I want to know what he really thinks about females like me.” I clenched my teeth and crossed my arms. I tried to hold myself together, to keep all the pieces of me from falling apart. Because I knew when that did happen, when I shattered again, I doubted I could be put back together again. I had far too many cracks and I was damaged beyond repair.

His forehead was heavily creased, puzzled. I hardly swallowed the massive lump in my throat, along with the heavy tears I was holding back. This had happened before, didn’t it? Falling in love didn’t do me anything good. That’s why I ended up shattered into pieces, unable to even recognize myself. I have been deep into the depths of hell, and I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t go back there. If my own mate can do that, what more for someone who is not? “You don’t and won’t understand,” I firmly voiced out, gritting my teeth.

“Of course she is.” “She can’t stay away.” I ignored them. Every word. “I’m okay,” I whispered, like repetition could make it true. Suddenly, the music changed. A slow song. Familiar. It reminded me of the life I thought I’d have by now— Not this noise, not this place… not me. That was it. I could no longer hold back the tears and the heaviness that had been building in my chest for weeks. Something inside me cracked. My hands stilled, my chest tightening—then shattering.

He's gone, but I know he's here within me cause, after all, he's me. I was just about to shout so loud because I really don't know what to do now in this darkness. When suddenly... 'This again?' Here we go again into another feeling of being dissolved into pieces. This isn't surprising, by the way. I think I'm getting used to it? 'What now?'

It's just that, My heart broke, And mended, With you, On the outside, And then he came, And you left, Forever. Once I was a glass figurine, perfect to the eye, fragile underneath. Since you used your words as weapons I am ground to the finest of dust - still glass, yet vulnerable to any gust. I still feel pain, so much raw pain, but I can't be broken anymore. You did your worst, but I am still here, sparkling in the midwinter light.

My heart shatters all over again in ways I never knew were possible. I don't know when I yank my hair repeatedly and let out the most feral scream.

A hollow ache consumed me. I sank to the floor, shards of glass cutting into my knees and hands. Blood welled, bright against the broken fragments, but I barely felt it. All I could think about were my children. If I hadn’t revealed myself, maybe they’d be safe. This was my fault. All my fault. I lifted my now-bloodied hands and stared at them, my mind spiraling. I saw Ruggero’s face, bruised and bloodied in my mind. “No, please… my babies,” I cried.