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I whisper against her hair, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She looks up at me then, her eyes red rimmed, her face blotchy from crying. And still she’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Not because she’s perfect, but because she’s real. She is here, breaking apart in front of me, and trusting me to catch the pieces. She doesn’t know what that does to me. Her voice cracks as she says, “I’m broken, Jake. He broke me.” I cup her face in my hands before she can turn away, forcing her to see what I see. “No,” I tell her, firm and unshaking. “You are not broken. You are surviving. Do you understand that? Surviving isn’t weakness it’s strength.”

"You're beautiful." The compliment, so simple and sincere, broke through her defenses like nothing else could. She felt tears prick her eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming relief of being seen, truly seen, not as a victim or a puzzle piece in someone else's game, but as herself. "I don't feel beautiful," she admitted, her voice small. "I feel broken. Used. Like I'm contaminated by everything that happened."

Not just desire, though that was there too. She was beautiful. I'd known that from the beginning. You didn't hire someone to carry your child without noticing whether they were attractive. But this was different. This wasn't cataloging her features objectively. This was looking at her and feeling something break open inside me. Something I'd been keeping locked down for so long I'd forgotten it existed. She was beautiful in the way broken things could be beautiful. Fragile and strong at the same time. Surviving something that should have destroyed her and somehow still managing to be kind.

Learning how to take the broken pieces of our lives and turn them into something beautiful and whole. I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I'm ready to face it head-on. I'm ready to take risks and make mistakes and follow my heart, no matter where it leads me. Because in the end, I know that it's worth it. I know that the beauty that comes from the brokenness is the most precious thing of all. And I'm ready to do whatever it takes to find it.

She wrote about what the hiding had built that the open alone could not have produced. She wrote: the breaking and the healing are both in the record. Neither one erases the other. The building that you do from the break is only possible because of the specific understanding that the break gave you. You did not earn the break. The break was wrong. But what you make from it is yours, and it is real, and it could not exist without having been you specifically who survived it and chose to build.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

The sound that tore out of me didn’t sound human, it was broken, messy, and feral. My back arched. My breath vanished. My thighs shook violently. He just held it there, watching me unravel. Everything I had held onto: the resistance, the sass, and the hard girl front blew apart like paper in a storm. “You always break so beautifully,” he whispered. “I’m not broken,” I hissed through clenched teeth, even as I moaned again, louder this time. His lips curled into a crooked smirk. “I know you’d submit to me.”

“You're too beautiful not to look at.” I pull my head from his grasp and shake my head. “They're not looking at me. They're looking at my bruises.” I feel ugly. Broken. I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass, but at the moment I feel like I might be. And Dante is looking at me like I have a giant crack running down my center that might make me shatter at any moment. My shoulders sag. I won't be good company tonight. Not after the past two days.

**JESSI'S POV** poor Angela,I warned her against it,Bruno is just too handsome,you can't help but fall in love with him,and his alsome personality ,he is really a heart breaker,I wonder if God will create ,a woman specially for him. He even turned lot of female celebrities down,even Nuliana Gomez,Angela here is really crushing hard,but I am rooting for my bestie though. I playfully hit Beauty's arm "Ouch!!!!"she cried out sharply flexing her arm. She started sobbing loudly. 'oh my gosh! beauty,did it hurt so much" "Don't worry,i'm fine " She replied without looking up then few minutes later She got up and walked towards the restroom,I was worried maybe ,it does hurt and she lied about it

Author’s POV The beauty you see in everything is the beauty within you. And to enhance the beauty within you , you must know that love is an essential ingredient for that. People may hate love thinking that love breaks them but it’s not. Love doesn’t break anything, disappointment does. Lake of trust breaks peoples insecurities and bringing up the past in every present situation breaks peoples. Misunderstanding and refusal of efforts breaks peoples. Faking loyalty and over expectations breaks peoples. Love doesn’t breaks anything.