The Broken Me Met Him Again Novels & Stories

His words make my knees feel weak. "That man…" he continues. "He's the one who met you. And he was too broken, too poisoned, to know what to do with something as real as you.” “So he broke you instead. And there's no punishment this world can give me that will ever be worse than living with that." My hands reach out without me even telling them to. My fingers comb through his hair. I can't help it. I'm laughing and crying at the same time. "So I'm not asking you to forgive me, baby. I'm asking you to meet me again.”

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

"The moment I saw you again at the grocery store, I instantly felt something. A weird connection. But you wouldn't even stay for a talk. As soon as you heard my name... You bolted." "I thought we would never see each other again, that I wouldn't get to meet again the stranger who made my heart beat so fast at our first meeting, but fate brought you back to me... I saw you again, broken and hurt crying in the rain." The picture of that scene came back to me and I shuddered. How could I ever forget that day? It was the day my already broken life scattered into tinier pieces. It was the day I found out that the man I starting to fall in love with was never ever going to be mine.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?

“I know.” “But I don’t feel anything… I’m just… empty. Numb.” His hand stilled in my hair, then resumed its gentle rhythm. “I know.” I turned my face into his chest, breathing in the scent of him — leather, soap, and something darker, something uniquely him. “Do you think I’m… broken?” “If you’re broken,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl, “then I’m right there with you. And if being broken means you’re strong enough to survive the shit life throws at you, then yeah, you’re broken. Just like me.”

As I walked into my apartment, I realized something strange. I didn’t feel broken anymore. The altercation with Chase left me shaken and afraid but broken? No. Because for the first time in a long time, someone had stood between me and the darkness. And this time, I didn’t have to beg for it.