She's Broken Because She Believed Novels & Stories

My chest tightened so painfully I almost gasped. “They say I do not have a dad,” she sobbed. “They say I made him up. They laugh at me.” I dropped to my knees again, the cold ground pressing into them as I pulled her into my arms. She sobbed into my shoulder, her little body shaking with everything she had been holding in. “Oh, baby,” I whispered, my own voice cracking. “They say I am broken,” she continued. “That something is wrong with me.” Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced them back. I could not fall apart. Not now. She needed strength.

"Why not?" "Because then he'll see how broken I am. How damaged. He'll realize I'm not worth the effort and disappear like everyone else." I pull away from her, wiping my face. "It's better if he just thinks I'm shy. Awkward. Not that I'm fundamentally broken." "You're not broken." "Yes, I am." The words come out flat, matter-of-fact. "Victoria broke me. And I don't know if I can ever be fixed."

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

For years, I saw a woman who had been left. A woman who had been betrayed. A woman who had been replaced. A woman who had been deemed “not enough.” But slowly — terrifyingly — I was beginning to see… Something else. Because Adrian believed in my capability. Lucian believed in my brilliance. Cassian believed in my humanity. But the most important belief — the one I felt trembling into existence — was not theirs. It was mine. I whispered — not to convince myself — but to finally acknowledge: “I am not broken.”

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

"I trusted them, and they ruined me." Her hands clenched into fists, her body trembling. "I was so fucking stupid. I thought— I thought maybe, just maybe, I could belong. That I could be more than just the poor girl tagging along. But they were awful. I didn’t know. I didn’t—" She broke off, her breath hitching. I didn’t think. I just moved. I crossed the room in an instant, wrapping my arms around her. And that was all it took. She broke.

she said quietly. His jaw clenched. “stop it! He shouts There was hurt evident in his voice. She didn't understand why her life had to be this complicated, was she born to be a joke. She chuckled and walked past him, laughing as she realized that she was a fool, thinking that her dream was about the Mockery the universe were throwing at her not knowing she was the mockery herself. She opened her room door and slammed the door so hard and fell on her bed. And for the first time in her life she admitted she was broken.

For breaking her trust. “I wanted to believe you back then, you know?” she finally said, her voice low and trembling. “I wanted to believe that there was an explanation, that you would not hurt me like that. But all this is too hard for me ,Owen. I have been betrayed many times in love. I have given so much to others that I feel like nothing has left inside me to give. Every man whom I thought was the one left me with a broken heart. But you will be shocked that we do not take lessons from our first time. We again go down that rabbit hole and the result is the same as before.” She said looking in the distance before us.

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

“You were made to believe that.” My brows drew slightly together. “Why would anyone do that?” “Because it was easier to keep you broken that way,” she replied simply. The honesty of it hit harder than I expected, not because it was loud or emotional, but because it was too direct to ignore. I looked away for a second, my chest tightening slightly as memories I did not want began to press forward anyway, things I had spent years trying not to feel too deeply. “I believed it,” I admitted quietly. “You were meant to,” she said.