The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

"There is something all of you need to know about this marriage." The glass slipped from my fingers, hit the table and shattered, water and shards scattering across the polished wood. The sound of it cracked through the room like something much louder than a single broken glass had any right to be. Oh God. I was fucked. They found out.

It was the same thing that happened. Him staring at the broken glass... trying so hard to breathe. Then I clocked it.He had a thing for broken glasses.

Clara calmly bent down and picked up another rock. Jade slowly lifted his face toward the sky. His expression suggested he was currently reviewing every life decision that had led him to this exact moment. CRASH! Another window exploded. CRASH! A side mirror disintegrated. CRASH! Another window vanished entirely. CRASH! More glass rained onto the pavement. The destruction quickly became almost artistic. Each throw was precise and each impact was devastating. The parking lot filled with glittering fragments of broken glass.

It seemed Kiera was hell-bent on leaving him and that simply pushed him over the edge. With a violent motion, Nicholas grabbed the glass cup from the table and flung it against the wall. Shards of glass scattered all around on the floor, a reflection of the broken fragments of his life. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Nicholas's heavy breaths. The shattered glass served as a poignant reminder of the chaos that had consumed them all, leaving behind a trail of pain and heartache. "Damn it, Kiera! Aish!!!"

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.

Glass grinds into my knees as I am tugged against the windowsill. Jeff is doing his best to pull himself back up into the apartment, but my grip on him is slipping. My knees are on fire as the glass slices deeper and deeper. I grab the windowsill with my free hand in an attempt to keep myself from flying out into the night air, but the broken glass cuts deep into my palm. Blood coats the window ledge and begins to drip down, red raindrops flying toward Jeff’s face.

I can never be f*cking happy. “Never!” I push the glass full of water from the table along with her note and the glass shatters against the wall. I walk into the shards, scattered amidst the water. The corners of the note become damp, absorbing the water around it. A glass crystal pierces into my finger and a red drop falls on the white note, just under the letter g. “Plinio?” comes an unsteady voice as the door creaks open. No way.

"Your car, I broke it; please fix it." Harvey raised an eyebrow at the shattered glass and then down at my hand; he understood enough of what was going on and could only sigh in frustration. "Don't worry, rest."

The impact shatters the glass, sending shards flying in all directions. The room falls into stunned silence as I retrieve the divorce papers from the floor, my eyes locked on the lawyer. He swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze. The shattered glass, like my broken marriage, lies in ruins at my feet, a stark and painful reminder of the chaos that has consumed my life. I pivot to face Michael, who stands there with an emotionless mask. With a mixture of anger, frustration, and profound sadness, I take the divorce papers in my left hand and forcefully toss them at him. The papers land on his chest, scattering slightly before falling to the floor.

Crash! I didn’t even know when the frame had left my hands and fallen to the floor, the glass crashing and leaving glasses in its wake like star shards over the floor. "No, that can’t be," I muttered, holding back my tears as I took in a shuddering breath to push out the tension that had gathered in my body. I bent down immediately to pick up what I had broken; I didn’t even think to be careful that one of the shards might cut me. My mind was already jumbled up with a memory of Killian’s mom, but how?