I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely. Then he stood there in the wreckage, broken glass, broken mirror, broken phone , chest heaving, hands shaking. Then something shifted in his eyes. Not anger anymore. Something worse. He looked down at the broken mirror pieces scattered across the floor. Picked up one jagged shard slowly. Turned it over in his hand. The edge caught the light. He pressed it against his wrist. Not deep. Just enough to feel something real in a moment where everything else felt like it was dissolving.

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

His foot came down hard on the screen. Once. Twice. Three times. Glass shattered beneath his shoe. He backed away, breathing heavily as he stared at the mangled phone lying on the ground. For one long second, neither of us moved. I looked at the remains of my phone, then looked back at Alex. And, I burst out laughing. His face fell as confusion flashed in his eyes. I walked over, picked up what was left of my phone, and turned it over in my hand. The screen was completely broken.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

I whispered. Tears fell together with the glass I was holding. I hurt how it broke, but I have no interest in looking at its broken pieces. What was the reason looking at that scattered parts of the glass? I was like that; broken scattered into pieces, and lost in the field. I don’t have any direction to follow. Not a single compass helps me to go the right way. I was like that glass, steadfast, having heart aches, heaviness, and unknown future.

I would find a way to fight back, no matter how small that fight was. My eyes fell to the broken pieces of fruit on the floor, the remnants of the food I had once been offered. It had been thrown at me, shattered in the chaos of our encounter, and now it lay there, lifeless and discarded. I couldn’t help but relate to the mess on the floor. It was as if my life, too, had been broken into pieces, scattered and discarded without a second thought.

"For what it's worth, you played your part well. Seraphina is satisfied. She'll leave you alone now." "Lucky me." He left without another word. I stood in the wreckage of my apartment, glass crunching under my feet, and felt something inside me crack. Not break. Crack. Breaking would have been easier. Breaking meant pieces you could sweep up and throw away. Cracking meant something fundamental had shifted. Something that would never quite fit back together the same way. My phone buzzed from where it lay on the floor. I picked it up, expecting more notifications, more mockery. Instead, a voicemail. From a number I hadn't seen in years.