Shattered Glass How I Met Your Mother Novels & Stories

I was the one who harmed myself. As I watched my parents' hunched silhouettes supporting each other while walking away from us, I felt nothing but hatred. I hated Kevin and Daniel, but I hated myself more. Meanwhile, Kevin just closed the door. He thought for a moment, his brows already knitted into a frown. Finally, he called me. As usual, the call didn't go through. So, Kevin directed his voice message to the automated message inbox. "Michelle, can you stop throwing your damn tantrum? Your parents are already this old, yet they have to spend their days worrying about you! Do you even have a conscience?"

And I was just standing in the middle of my room, breathing hard, with broken glass at my feet. The door was still open. And my mother walked in slowly, like she was stepping on glass. “What is it?” she said gently. “What happened? Talk to me.” I didn’t speak. My father came closer, tried to hold my shoulder. I stepped back immediately. “I said, nothing,” I muttered. She looked around the room—the broken lamp, the torn shirt, my face. “You’re shattering things. Everything. What’s the problem, son? Just talk to me.”

He dared to lay his hands on Mila, and my mind trailed back to the scars I saw while bathing her. My grip tightened around the glass until it shattered in my hand—again. This was the second glass shattering. “Why can't these f*cking glass companies get it right?" I muttered beneath my breath. I would probably buy out the company as well. I reached for the almost-empty bottle to have another gulp, but my hand stopped midway when the door flung open. “Zaden, are you okay?” Her Vanilla scent instantly invaded the room. “I heard glass shattering,” she spoke, forcing her sleepy eyes open.

SARA POINT OF VIEW I gripped the armrests of my wheelchair until my knuckles turned white as Mother slammed our quarters door. The walls shook, and I watched a small vase topple and shatter. The sound matched perfectly with how I felt inside, something precious and carefully crafted, now broken beyond repair. "How dare he?" Mother seethed, pacing before me like the predator she was. "After seven years of absence, that mongrel returns and ruins everything!"

After a long pause, she finally accepted the handshake. "Your name?" she asked, although she likely already knew. “Natalie,” she replied politely. “Natalie—” The moment Natalie mentioned her surname, everything changed. It was a sharp sound, the shattering of glass. My mother's hand, which had held a delicate wine glass, trembled. The glass fell from her hand and shattered on the marble floor. The room froze. My father immediately moved to gather up the pieces, muttering something about clumsiness, but I was unable to look away at my mother. Her face had gone pale, her lips pressed tightly together.

The tray swooshed to the side at the sudden force, and the maid dropped the remaining glasses on the floor. As the glasses shattered against the floor, I screwed my eyes shut. "I-I'm sorry." "Rose", My mother sighed, slapping her forehead. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Aiden gritting his teeth together, muttering something under his breath. He must be cursing me. Ashamed, I gulped all the water in one go, ignoring the maid collecting the broken pieces. My skin started to burn even more than before, my loose strands clinging to the forehand. Before I knew it, the glass slipped from my hand and hit the floor. I could feel the heat in my body spreading to my fingertips, pulsating throug

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

My parents both looked so in love and happy. I grabbed the frame in my trembling hands. My eyes started to burn with all the memories but I wasn't going to cry. I stood up and threw the frame on the tiled floor and watched it shattered into a million pieces. I struggled to stop myself from screaming but couldn't. I just let it tear my lungs apart.

I don't know what is happening or why I am suddenly feeling this scared. I just wish I could save my heart from breaking into pieces. I walked towards the room, his room and suddenly the painting from the wall of the beautiful woman who is Abram's mother fell, shattering into pieces. I sat and grabbed the broken frame, my eyes blurred with tears as the beautiful picture of my late mother in law broke. My hand scraped against the piece of mirror , and blood gushed out from my palm. This picture is so beaitiful, why does it have to break like this? I looked straight into her enchanting green eyes "don't worry mama, I will fix this".

The personal assistant bowed down his head and walked out of his boss’ room. “What actually happened just now? Illogically and irrationally, the thick, strong and highly-qualified glass could just explode and shatter to pieces. Shit! Shit! It absolutely doesn’t make sense! Moreover, I also lost my golden opportunity to drag my Sumico Baby into my hot embrace!” Back into her personal working office, Sumico was also still shocked, breathless and scared within her great disbelief. “That glass window is superbly strong, thick and qualified. Why could it just explode like that and irrationally shatter into tiny countless pieces as if… as if… as if it’d just been bombarded with a kind of nuclear m