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The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

It might create a freaky image but it is really nice. I place my hand on the side of my heart and feel it beating slowly, barely audible. And even though I can't hear the crack, I can still feel it breaking and maybe it is because when I was with Blake, it felt like our hearts were one. And when we broke up, it felt like I got half of my original heart, a half that was struggling to beat on its own. And maybe that is why I am afraid of kissing him. Because our hearts might intertwine again into one which I cannot afford. I've made a way to live with a cracked heart, I can't go back. I can't let myself fall agai- "Are you okay miss?" A lady wearing the museum's uniform touches my shoulder, sn

- tears, Pain, and betrayal. Wiping her tears, Koushalya stood up and took hold of their marriage photo from the floor. She could see herself in those broken pieces of glasses. Tear-filled eyes, messed up hairs and broken soul was visible in that broken piece of glass. A heart is like glass. dropped once, broken forever. Even If you put back those broken pieces together, it will never be the same again. Her teary eyes were reflecting pain and agony which was given by her husband whom she loved with all her heart. She never thought her life would be changed into a question mark in this short period.

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

Cyrus whispered in his ears, kissing his temple. "As long as you are with me, i can bear anything in the world". Denzel wrapped his hands over Cyrus's on his tummy. "We were broken but we completed each other Denzel. And that’s the beauty. We have to stay together and spend our forever together". Cyrus said and Denzel nodded. He couldn’t agree more. They were broken but they ended up beautifully. It was their life. A new beginning. --- Tabby

"Celly, I don't know what to do or say. I don't know how you feel. I want to make it better but you have to tell me what you need." "Just hold me Car." She said softly. "Hold me together so I stop shattering." "Shattering?" I asked. She nodded against my chest and said, "Yeah. I feel like glass and I'm slowly shattering into a million pieces." I held her tighter. "I've got you Celly. I'll hold you together." I whispered over and over. I felt Celly relax in my arms. "I love you so much Celly." I kissed her forehead. 'Eckley, this is what she means when she says she's broken. How do we fix this?'

I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start." My lips quivered, tears threatening to spill. "In this life, I no longer want you. All I ask is that you leave me in peace." His breath hitched, his expression a tangle of anguish and conflict. "And if I refuse?" I stepped back, my voice steady. "You don't know, do you? I am Spring. I have countless ways to make you suffer." His eyes widened, his voice failing him. ... Maurice later informed me that Valerie, far from retreating, had doubled down.