Perfectly Broken 소설 & 이야기

If it was a gold star, then she had failed because they weren't stamped all over. Her teacher Mrs Peterson was heart broken for the small, innocent little girl. So much so that by the end of school year, she had broken down into tears over the kind of life she was being forced to live, as her husband, held, and rocked her gently, trying to soothe her distress. As at when Sara would turn 8, Michael was hurt and sad that she never got to see his little girl, her first cry, her first steps were taken in his absence and even the first day of school,all the moments he ever craved.

Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Oh, someone just know me 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful It's beautiful, yeah, it's beautiful (it's beautiful) It's beautiful, yeah, I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful Hey, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful (oh) I'm tired (oh) Can I just be tired? (just be tired) Without piling on all sad and scared and out of time (oh) I'm wild (wild)

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

I won’t hesitate and I definitely won’t lose. “Break it.” The voice again. Closer now. Not around me. Inside me. “I already did,” I whisper. My fingers twitch. But they don’t feel like mine. Not completely. Not anymore. “Not enough,” it replies. Of course not. It’s never enough. Pain lingers in my bones— No— What’s left of them. Because something changed when I hit that ground. Something cracked. And something else— Slipped in. “You’re still holding on,” it says.

I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose. I hated assholes like this who only possessed power when it came to taking advantage of defenceless women. “Who the fuck are you?!” His voice sounded more like he was whining like a scared pussy. I knelt before him, pulling him up through the collar of his shirt as his head hung almost limply. “Do you know the one thing I hate more than cheats? It's scumbags like you who try to take advantage of women!” I yelled as I punched him again. “Don't you fucking know what a ‘no’ means?” Another punch. “It,” punch. “Means,” punch. “She's not,” another punch. “Interested,” punch

I correct, with bitterness in my tone, "You loved yourself, your desires, your control, all alone." "You destroyed me," I repeat, emphasizing each word, Darrick's face contorts in anguish, his cries mixing with mine, unheard. But my resolve remains unshaken, firm and strong, "No," I say, resolute, "you had your chance, and blew it ." Too much hurt, memories flood back, pain overwhelms, "Too much damage," irreparable, forever to remain. Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow,

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.

Just us. As laughter and music swelled around them, the camera of memory captured the moment of four hearts, once fractured, now mended. Not perfect. But whole. Because sometimes, the night didn't end in darkness. Sometimes, it ended in light. And that was enough.

Monique "I'm not broken," I said quietly, the words escaping my lips like a confession I wasn’t sure I believed. I wanted to... God, I wanted to. Because what is a broken person, really? Is it someone who cries at night and hides it in the morning? Someone who gives their heart to someone and watches them shatter it without warning? If so, maybe I was broken. But I didn’t want to be. “I know you’re not,” Marcus said gently, his voice solid and sure.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.