I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

The frame was in two pieces and there was glass everywhere. It was a picture of my grandfather and me. At that moment, I hated Rick. Yes, I made a mistake. A huge mistake, but why did he have to trash my room. Why did he have to come in here? I walked over the small pieces of glass and retrieved the picture. I couldn’t think about this right now. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a white shirt, then headed for the shower. In between the closet and the shower, I took a bite of my sandwich. Although not as hot as it was when the bag was first placed in my hand, it was still very delicious.

I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible when my own mother can't love me how can someone else's child likes me expecting more results in pain I'm already a broken piece which cannot be fixed again, leaving the broken pieces watching how it is bro

Ofcourse he was suspended but that didn't change the fact that Nina felt so embarrassed. I gripped Emma's hand in a tight hold "she's mine" I replied confidently, claiming her felt so much better than I had imagined. I felt so much alive and for the first time since Anna's breakup I felt I found a treasure. Emma's little wince made me loosen my grip and settle for a comfortable but firm hold. "Why don't the little birdie introduce herself?" Kelvin asked again with the same smirk he had on when he told everyone about Nina. Someone waved our direction, kelvin's expression changed from smirk to a smile "See you around Tobi" He hurried off to the lady that waved.

Brandon stood behind her, looking down at her with a tenderness that was almost blinding. I stared at the photo for a long time without moving. The ones who were loved always got everything so effortlessly, while the ones who weren't could only lie to themselves over and over again. I laughed softly, then put the photo back in the box and closed it. I didn't cry or make a scene. I wasn't going to care about Brandon anymore. He'd completely disappeared from my heart. I placed the signed mate bond dissolution agreement on the table, next to a moonstone ring. It was the ring Brandon had chosen when we bonded. I left it on the table and didn't take it with me.

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"