Novel & Cerita I Pick Up This Broken Pieces

45 Raymond woke up with the buzzing noise of his alarm . He had 15 minutes in hand before boarding was to start so decided to freshen up . While he was resting he thought of another brilliant idea for a new game . So he decided to grab a cup of coffee and caffeine was his best creative friend . He ordered a coffee from Starbucks and decided to move towards his gate area . He had hardly taken two steps and someone just collided with him, head-on with full force . He was startled and his coffee spilled all over and all his proposal documents got scattered . Before he could curse his luck further, he saw a frail figure bending down and gathering her papers .

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

Ariella's eyes swept the cell, searching for any means to ensure her silence. Her gaze landed on a shattered mirror, its fragments scattered on the floor like shattered dreams. She approached it, her heart heavy with purpose. Among the shards, one piece caught her eye – a jagged edge, sharp enough to seal her fate. Ariella picked it up, cradling the broken glass in her palm, its fragile weight a stark contrast to the weight of her decision.

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

Ford’s pov I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, by the moon shining through my window, I was still seated on the ground. I hastily stood up, not remembering the items I was holding, the snow globe smashing on the floor. In a state of panic I began gathering the fragments of glass, hoping that somehow I would be able to put them back together. But similar to my relationship with Nivia, once something is broken, it cannot be mended. ‘It can,’ Callum spoke in a kind voice, his anger gone.

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.

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 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?”

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,

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".