She's Broken Because She Believed Mga Nobela at Kwento

And Alpha Alain…he might or might not have been helping her. Even if she told herself to not trust anyone but herself, she needs to trust someone. Badly needed one. Because with this lingering pain caused by those three days of awful shit…it seems she cannot even trust herself with what she’s seeing and hearing and feeling. She’s broken now. Despite the expensive clothes and luxurious apartment and sumptuous food, she’s broken. And she doesn’t even know where to find those broken pieces of hers.

She said with insecurities laced in her voice as she turned her head to face me. "Are you really that dumb?" Johnson said as he returned to his phone. She looked at me one last time with hurt and disgust filled in her eyes as she ran out the door crying. Yes it's true she started out as my sex toy but my feelings have grown for her overtime. I wasn't pissed at Johnson because really he was just saying what I told him. SHE WAS MY SEX TOY, but now she's my baby girl and I may have just lost her.

As she remained at that point, her vision blurred even more with tears until she was unable to see anymore, her mind teetering on the edge of madness. She was broken. Completely and utterly broken. Totally and irredeemably broken. ‘What had they done to her?’

And it pains me so much that I can't do anything to wipe her misery away . I've never seen her this broken since I met her,she's always being strong and tough even when she's weak . She's always pulling herself together even when she knows she has lost everything ,she's always trying to be strong,but now I can't see that strong girl anymore,I can't see that tough girl pulling her shits together, all I'm seeing is a broken girl that has given up on life and it's making me weak . Honestly, she use to make me feel strong , whenever I see her knowing fully well all she has been through and she's still being the warrior she is, she makes me know that I too can be strong , it's like looking in a m

she added. Broken, but learning from their failures.

She grasped her chest, as if she could actually keep the fragments of her shattering heart intact. Laughter resounded around her, harsh and derisive. For the first time ever, she genuinely grasped the meaning of being powerless.

I said to him, tired of him acting like he knew the best. He scowled at me. “You are just venting out your frustration here on us, on me, because you can’t make her do shit. You’re afraid of breaking her.” He stood up and levelled a glare at me as he said, “But you’re wrong, you know, she’s not fragile. She was never that. She suffered through hell and came out scarred but she still chose to live her life, chose to move on from her painful past like a brave girl that she is. She chose to trust you and when you broke that trust, she mourned it, cried for it, but in the end she stood up, dusted herself off of her pain and started living, again.”

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

She is wondering, and speechless, because Yna knew who that person he was speaking about. “M—mama…” She trembled. Her lips quivered. She could feel her trust and her heart breaking into pieces without any chance that it would be redeemed. Each pieces that left her bleeding, the bloods she bleeds from that lead for tears. It also lead for wounds and scars that she won’t be able to even heal. It was incurable, she was broken as well as her soul.

She turned her face toward the fire, ashamed of the tears that threatened again. Kael’s tone softened, though it still carried weight. “You’d last a day, maybe less. You’re broken. And if the bond tearing through your chest doesn’t kill you, the forest will.” Her fingers trembled, gripping the blanket. Broken. That was exactly how she felt. Shattered into pieces she couldn’t gather again. But hearing it aloud made something inside her rebel. She lifted her chin, though her voice shook. “I’m not broken.” For the first time, Kael’s lips curved—not quite a smile, but something close. “Good. Then prove it.”