The Broken Me Met Him Again Novels & Stories

“From pain. From betrayal. But today—you didn’t need protection.” “You never needed to protect me,” I said. Then added, “But you did anyway.” He turned toward me. His face was lean, worn, but clear. The scars on his jaw glinted faintly in the moonlight. “I didn’t think I’d live long enough to have something real,” he said. “And when I met you, I thought... maybe you were like me. Broken beyond repair.” “I was,” I said. “But broken things don’t stay broken forever.”

he said and looked at me. He smiled at me although it's a fake one. He took my hand and squeezed it gently, even if I wanted to pulled off my hand I could not do it because it comfort me. "I really can't understand. It's impossible that you love me that's why you are doing this." I stated. We just met for Pete's sake. He looked forward again while still holding my hand. "Like you, I also don't understand myself. All I know is I just want to be with you." he said. "To be with your broken self" he added that made me froze.

The time where he used to get drunk and end up in different places the places he didnt have any idea with. Broken destroyed at the point he just found himself to feel the pain through the pleasure with the berries all over his body. Letting the other make him feel the pain as much as the other once could, but it just stopped all of the sudden. One day he really met a person the person who didnt use him for some unknown reason it didnt happen. The one who just stopped before it could take it further just didnt do it all just let him sleep running his fingers through his now shoulder-length hair.

“Damn right I did. Took you long enough to see it. You’re a male like me. You know how these bitches can be—need to be tamed. Broken in.” My knuckles crack from how tightly I’m clenching my fists, but I keep smiling. I want to throw up. Or kill him. Or both. “Is there anything else you need?” I ask, stepping closer. “I remember you mentioned coffee." “Oh, yeah,” he says with a shrug. “Hot coffee. I’m freezing all of a sudden. Must be the room.” There it is. The cold—that first unmistakable sign the bond’s been broken. But the sick bastard doesn’t realise it yet.

I loved my team. Tim was in the middle of demonstrating my accident from his point of view when my door creaked open and I was looking eye to eye with my father. A man I had not seen in almost two years. The laughter bubbling to my throat instantly died and in its place was a strangling feeling around my throat. It felt like another presence had walked into the room with him and was holding me down. “Mr. Payne.” Jay and Gerald said in unison. “We haven't seen you in a while.”

A handsome man, in her opinion. Just as Claire was about to walk away, the man suddenly took off his sunglasses. The glint in his blue eyes looked cold and piercing. But strangely, when those eyes met her brown ones, the cold, piercing gaze was gone. All that remained was a look that conveyed deep longing, yet there was also a wound there. "Rose," the man murmured, his voice heavy with longing. "Where have you been all this time? I’ve looked for you everywhere, but you just vanished."

"Please..." My voice broke. "Help me.”

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

My voice cracked so hard it hurt as I remembered the terrible scenes one after the other. “But he didn’t. He broke me, Hunter. He tore me apart like I was nothing. He… he looked me in the eyes and ruined me anyway.” A sob ripped through me. “He didn’t even blink.” Hunter finally knelt beside me, his hands hovering near me, unsure. “I let him,” I whispered. “I let him do those things. Again. And again. Because I I was powerless.” I shook my head. The silence that followed felt like suffocation.

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.