I Pick Up This Broken Pieces 소설 & 이야기

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.

Somehow I don’t see a monster in this man who has taken me, I see something broken that I want to fix. XXX

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.

I think I am broken. -----------

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

I was already breaking. And this time, I wasn't sure I'd pick up the pieces of myself back together again.

Her heartbreaking into a million pieces. She broke him. She broke him again. I*******m- Buee_Dreams64

the door goes one more time "Give me just a second more " i say waking towards the door to get it opened ,as i step upon broken pieces of glass ,but not to worry i don't get hurt ,because I'm putting on some really high heels . "Oh shit " i say quickly reaching for the broom staggering around while cleaning up the mess i made with the broken tumbler . I finally approach the door,

"The pieces want to be home, but they get lost. You just have to give them the right sequence. If you miss one turn, the whole cube stays broken. But if you follow the sequence... it’s impossible for it not to work.” For weeks, I’d been viewing my life as a glass vase that has shattered on the floor; I am constantly trying to glue the shards back together into a shape that no longer exists. I thought I needed a miracle, or a drink. But looking at Chris, I realize I was wrong.

I tried very hard but I failed miserably. "Forgive me Ma'am but my life cannot be counted in zeroes and transferred in banks ...it lies in your son and I want him back..." She smirked and replied "He no longer cares for you....he may be your life but his life now pivots around someone else...be Careful Miss brown ....broken pieces do hurt if you try to collect them." I gave her a sad smile "Who is trying to collect broken pieces Ma'am....I am just trying to learn to walk on them".