I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

I didn't tell anyone that during the first month after the bond was dissolved, I'd still wake up in the middle of the night. I'd instinctively reach for the lamp on the nightstand that I used to leave on for someone, and when I passed jewelry stores, I'd automatically glance at the moonstone rings in the window. But eventually, those reflexive habits faded. It turned out people really could leave someone behind and build something new. That afternoon, an uninvited guest showed up at the healing center. I'd just finished organizing the last file when I looked up and saw Brandon standing outside the door. He was thinner than he'd been three months ago, and his shoulders looked sharper and hard

The broken pieces of her phone still lay scattered across the floor, catching the faint light like shards of something accusing. Fragments of my mistake. Of my loss of control. Of the moment fear had turned into something ugly. I stared at them.Then slowly bent down. I picked up the largest piece—the cracked screen, dark and lifeless. It felt heavier than it should have. Heavy like regret. Heavy like everything I had done wrong. My eyes closed briefly as the weight of it settled deeper. What kind of man destroys the last connection his mate has to the world outside him? What kind of man takes away the little freedom she has left—

All I can do now is pick up the shattered pieces of my life and try to move on, even though it feels impossible. I spend the rest of the day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking about all that I've lost. I can't help but feel angry and bitter. It's not fair that I have to suffer like this. It's not fair that my baby had to die. As the sun sets and darkness envelops the room, I finally force myself to get up. I walk over to the broken pieces of my phone and pick them up, trying to piece them together as a metaphor for my life. But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to make the broken pieces fit together again.

The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating. Then I saw the phone, broken on the floor, its pieces scattered like evidence of everything shattered between us. I walked toward it slowly, each step echoing louder than the last. The fragments caught the light like glass shards. When I knelt to pick one up, I noticed the crack across the screen, the same one that split my reflection. I sank to the floor, clutching the fragment in my hand, and whispered to no one, “You’ve already become the monster, Richard.”

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me. I sat down on the floor, my eyes fixated on the broken glass, i try to gather the pieces together to make it a whole but it didn't work. A tear trickle down my cheek as i realize that no matter how much i try to pull myself together, to glue the pieces, it won't work, i will stay broken, I will never be a whole again. **FLASHBACK** Few days ago.. I opened my eyes slowly, a yawn escaped my lips as i tiredly rubbed my eyes.

“Am sorry for the broken pieces, I was not expecting that I apologized immediately while picking the broken pieces “Seems you can’t control your emotions, just a shout made you so shaky like a mouse” The one in the left said, but I pretended not to hear him to avoid the broken pieces prick on my fingers “Damn, not again” My clumsy self just got priced by the damn glasses “So clumsy"

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

It doesn't matter. "My heart was broken, and you pieced it back together, Nick... You mended me with your infinite patience, and I loved you with all of me. With all that was left of me. Thank you for everything," I take a deep breath, inhaling his lemon scent, preparing myself for the next words finally reaching the edge. I cry for him one last time.

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."