I'm Broken, But Save Him First Novels & Stories

Get help and return to save Alec. I hate it, but there's no other option. If there were, I would take it. Tears streaming down my cheeks, I turn and race back for the boat.

Please… “I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner,” I whispered into the clear stone. “I thought I could carry it all. But I can’t. Everything’s falling apart… I’m falling apart, I am broken Mira.” I need you, please, tears dropped down my eyes as I couldn't bear the burden alone anymore..

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

“You are not losing it. You are not alone. I’m here. I’m real. And we’ll get through this.” He shakes his head, the tears still falling. “You can’t fix me, Esmarie. I’m broken. I’m so broken. You’re not even here.” “You’re not broken,” I insist, my hands trembling slightly as I hold his face. “You’re struggling. And that’s okay. But you’re not broken. You’re not beyond help. You just…you need support. And I’m here to give it to you.”

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

, I whispered with tears dripping down my face. “Yeah, you couldn’t go home drunk. Are you ok?” “No, I’m not. I can’t take this anymore the grieve, the burden I didn’t mean it I said I was sorry, but it’s like I’m being tormented I know I killed Emma, and I’m truly sorry,” I shouted but was stunned after realizing what I had just said I immediately ran out the door leaving everything behind all I could hear was the sound of the bartender shouting my name. I dashed across the street, but due to my carelessness, I wasn’t able to make it to the other side. I was hit by a car, and all I could remember was the bartender shouting my name before completely passing out.

The rune shattered with a sound like breaking glass. The pain cut off abruptly. I collapsed to my knees, breath coming in ragged sobs. Hands were on me instantly—Myron’s burning hot, Timothy’s cool and steady, Kael’s trembling like he was afraid to hurt me. “Easy,” Timothy murmured, voice breaking. “Breathe. I’ve got you.” I clutched at them, all three, unable to stop shaking. “They tried to break it. The bond. It—it fought back.”

If I discovered that you have lied or manipulated us in any way, I would break you beyond repairs little mate,' Roy said and moved out of the room. I bent over as the tears rushed from my eyes. I was surprised to see Roman enter into the room. He must not have gone far. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to his chest. 'It is okay Raven. You need to keep it together for April. We will talk about this later,' Roman said rubbing circles on my back. 'Roy said he would break me beyond repairs,' I sobbed into his chest. 'He can't and he won't. He is just angry. He thought you lied to us. Don't bother yourself. If he breaks you, I will heal you,' Roman said it like a vow.

To know I was never alone, to know he’s seen it all, and he’s still fighting to be here with me. “What if they look too closely?” I whisper. “What if someone realises it’s all fake?” “Then we improvise. I’ve died before. I can act a little broken. Hell, I am broken. I’ll just let it show.” “That’s not funny,” I huff, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “Don’t joke about that.” “Okay,” he says quietly, resting his chin on my head. “Then I’ll promise to come back.” “You’d better, or I will hunt you down and drag you back.”