Novel & Cerita I Like That You're Broken Broken Like Me

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

They didn’t have to beg, unlike before. It was Honey who requested the song. She said it was for Kobe. She also said that she wants Kobe to know how she felt when they broke up so that he won’t do it again. ‘I missed your love since you've been gone,’ As soon as she started singing, goosebumps crept all over Lyken. ‘Shit! I really missed this woman!’ he said to himself. If only he could hug her right at that very moment, he would. The song was about to reach its chorus, so he sat properly to have a better look at her.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

“And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now” And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life When sooner or later it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

“My groom seems far too busy with other matters.” The disappointment and heartbreak frozen inside her chest had begun clouding her thoughts. Maybe she was simply too desperate. Or maybe she just wanted to laugh at the cruel joke her life had become. Either way, a reckless thought suddenly appeared in her mind. Ava drew a slow breath before finally looking straight into Maverick’s eyes. “In that case…” Her voice sounded fragile, almost hopeless. “Rather than standing alone at the altar and humiliating myself—” She gave him a bitter smile. “Would Uncle Maverick be willing to take my groom’s place today?”

Monique "I'm not broken," I said quietly, the words escaping my lips like a confession I wasn’t sure I believed. I wanted to... God, I wanted to. Because what is a broken person, really? Is it someone who cries at night and hides it in the morning? Someone who gives their heart to someone and watches them shatter it without warning? If so, maybe I was broken. But I didn’t want to be. “I know you’re not,” Marcus said gently, his voice solid and sure.

“Give me that. So, you intend to use this.” She snatched it from me. “Whore!!” She exclaimed as she smashed the phone on the ground harshly. “You're a disgrace!” She spat, but my eyes were on the broken device on the floor. The hope had just been shattered to the ground, broken.

But Calvin’s presence was reminding her of something she had nearly forgotten: Love did not have to be naïve. Trust did not have to be blind. And hope — fragile as it felt — was not weakness. It was strength choosing to risk again. She walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. No longer the woman shattered by headlines. No longer the woman building walls out of fear. But a woman who had survived — and was daring to feel again. Her phone vibrated softly. Calvin: “Goodnight, Mia. Thank you for today.” She smiled before replying. Mia: “Goodnight, Calvin.”

Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, yeah, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful (oh) I'm tired (oh) Can I just be tired? (just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild)