She's Broken Because She Believed Novels & Stories

And that fragile little girl? She would break.

It was beautiful. Through the glass I saw the tremor in her body, the tight clutch of her blanket as if it could shield her from me. I had broken her in bed, I had broken her on the roof, but this—this breaking was sweeter. This was fear born not of death, but of truth. She finally believed me.

She stopped hitting on my chest but started crying leaning on my chest. I felt a different kind of pain to see her this way. I had never thought that she's so broken when I first saw her. I used to think that she was a common woman just like others who can die for money. After living for sometime with her, I felt she's a hardworking and strong woman. But today, her vulnerability has shown me how broken she is, broken into pieces. Just like me. I pulled her back holding her shoulders and made her look at me.

“The night she was born, I locked it away. That is why she cannot shift. That is why she will never be what you imagine her to be.” The words struck Lira harder than any blow. Her face went pale, her knees buckled, and a sob tore from her chest. “No…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “No, that’s not true… You… you did this to me?” Her hands clawed at her chest as if she could tear open her ribcage and release all the pain that was built up inside. “All this time… all this time, I thought I was broken.” Tears streamed down her face unrestrained. “You made me believe I was nothing.”

One day she will understand she was made for no one else. Until then, I will keep breaking her, piece by piece, and reassembling her into something better. Something mine. Because broken things belong to the one who breaks them. And she is mine.

Then her voice cracked through the quiet, so small he almost didn’t hear it. “You don’t know what he did.” ________________ Rhett’s hand stilled in her hair. His chest tightened, fury rising sharp in his throat. But he forced his voice low, steady. “Then tell me,” he whispered. “Only if you’re ready. But you don’t ever have to hide from me.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of his gown, clutching tight. Her body trembled against him, but the words came, jagged and halting. “He… he broke me down. Made me believe I was nothing. That I’d never get away. That no one would ever want me.” Her voice cracked, breaking into a sob. “And I believed him, Rhett. For so long, I believed him.”

she said, sounding like she is crying. “WAAAAAHHHHHH Why does it have to be like that? Why didn’t she tell the guy that she loves him. What if the guy also loves her?” Keith cried, not acting, but really crying. Stupid crazy guy. “Because she doesn’t want to ruin the friendship that they have. She’d rather lose him as a lover, than lose him as a best friend. For she believes that she can find the guy who can love her despite her being broken. She believes that someone out there will willingly pick up the broken pieces to make her whole again. It may not be as perfect as what she is before for she has been broken, but the new guy can make her feel like she never felt how it feels to be broken

She was just saying the words because she wanted to believe them and not because they had become her reality. She didn't wait any further, she took her shirt and donned it over her head and just walked away. I broke down. I could feel that something in me shattered. There was nothing holding me together, there was no way I could feel, I could hold on to what I wanted to. I had lost her and as it seemed, it was for good because she had had enough of what I had to offer.

“You hurt me.” “I know and I am sorry.” “I told you at the beginning I was too broken for anyone.” She still couldn’t look at me, but at least she was talking. “I laughed when you talked about my future mate. But I guess you couldn’t see how broken I was. How broken I still am.” “I don’t believe you are broken. I believe you haven’t dealt with your trauma. I believe you fight every single day of your life. But you are far from broken, Bella. And you have to start believing that.”

that peak she had always wanted. Sh was a slave to her own emotions, a slave to her pain and she lived in her head for some long. She tjrived on self pity yet she wanted deep change, Anna was broken and now she feels she has been fixed the the thing about broken people is that they stay broken no matter how much time passes by...they will remain shattered.e