I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

It's just that I am a broken thing, And breaking is all I can give to the ones I love. I never really confided in anyone, never needed anyone or destroyed anything until I met that shit, it destroyed my life. I sent my hand down the back seat and caught a packet of block crystalline. I opened it up and grind some of it, regretting every second. I dissolve some of it and injected it through my veins like a fucking junky.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

As he knelt to pick up the broken pieces, I wondered if that's what we were doing–picking up broken pieces, trying to make them into something whole. Or if we were just cutting ourselves on the shards, calling the bleeding intimacy.

I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now. ..... Gosh, he looks so broken. Well, I am too. He broke me. But broken pieces can be glued together again, right? I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces. “Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally. “You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.

They were the end of everything I had built. And I refused to let that happen. I stopped in front of the broken pieces of the cup on the floor. Staring down at it. Shattered. Just like everything was about to be— If I didn’t act first. Slowly, I bent down, picking up one of the sharp pieces. The edge cut lightly into my finger. A thin line of blood appeared. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t pull back. Instead, I smiled faintly. A cold. Empty smile.

Maybe it's time for the alpha to pay for his deeds. Yeah... I picked a piece of glass from the ground and smiled, it's time for all the heartbreakers and bullies to get their hearts broken.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

I cannot break it. I have to leave. ________________ Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

My pieces are still falling apart. The only difference is that I’m trying to make it through this darkness. I am trying to get back all those pieces that once belonged together. I’m crawling on the shards of glass called life and I believe I’ll make it through if only I just keep breathing. I am my daddy’s Celeste after all.