I Pick Up This Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

His eyes widened, just a little, and I saw the flicker of hope in them that he hadn’t allowed himself to show before. “I’m not perfect,” I continued, my voice trembling but steady now. “I’m broken. And I don’t know if I can ever be whole again, but… I don’t want to do this alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Not with you.” Zeus stepped forward, closing the gap between us, his hand reaching out to gently touch my cheek. “You won’t ever be alone, November. I’ll be here. For all of you. Every broken piece.”

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

It slips from my hand and shatters on the floor loudly. You're useless! "Shut up!" I shout. I slide to the floor, my hands covering my ears as I sob painfully. Pick up the glass! And cut your stupid wrists! My hands shake as I pick up a shard of glass, holding it on my wrist. It would be so easy to make myself bleed. Do it!

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.

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.

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."