The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

I guess it was all in my head, I suddenly didn't feel like being around her anymore. I stood up, nodded my head at her and went out the front door. I just kept following my feet to wherever they were taking me, especially since it was away from Anne. I guess it was my time to get drunk, because I ended up in a bar. I know its not healthy to drink in the morning and all, but I had to get over this heart break. ************** Nine bottles later and I was already telling the guy waiting the bar all the problems I'd been through in life. He felt like my friend already,

Broken glass? Where did he go? What happened to him? Different types of ugly scenarios started to occupy my brain as Heil came here and hunt my man. Needless to say, the glass has broken when the cruel Heil shoved my man against the nightstand. No... No.. No!!!! I started to panic, my burning body felt cold as ice. "Blake!" I screamed out of agony. For a second I didn't realize that I had been overreacted until I heard his voice.

"A glass becomes dangerous when it's broken." *

My body swayed, and the glass slipped from my hand. The shattering sound broke the morning stillness. Glass exploded across the floor, fragments scattering everywhere. I stared down, shaking. “What now?” Liam’s voice boomed, his steps quickly approaching. I stood frozen, staring at the broken glass, my body trembling, my heart feeling just as shattered. Liam looked at me with sharp eyes, as if trying to decide whether I deserved sympathy or if this was just another act. “Still sick?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “If you couldn’t do it, why didn’t you just stay in bed? Why wait until you made a scene for everyone?”

I shouted and hit the glass table, and it broke. "You see that glass table? Think? Think of me. You shattered it.NoNo matter what you do, you will never be able to rebuild it. NoNo matter what else you do. "The harm has been done," I said, looking down at my bleeding hand.They just listened to me, and I just turned my back on them. They matter. Hopefully, someday I'll be the person next to you. I hope next time you will love me, at least for a moment.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

With a mighty force, he hurls the mirror to the ground, the glass shattering into a million pieces with a deafening explosion of sound. The room now lies in disarray, the broken mirror a stark reflection of the turmoil that rages within Paul. His chest heaves with the exertion of his outburst, his mind clouded with a mix of anger, hurt, and frustration. As the echoes of his actions fade into silence, Paul is left standing amidst the wreckage, the shattered mirror serving as a poignant symbol of the brokenness that now consumes him.

I laughed bitterly, then throw the glass against the wall beside him,he flinches and looks at me like I'm a psychopath. " See the glass over there, that is what I became after trusting you. Do you think I'll do that again. You see Nik when trust is broken it can never fixed, like the glass over there. Even if you glue them back together it won't look the same. It will leave scars forever. So tell me Nikolas how do you expect me to trust you" I say bitterly "I don't know what else to say for you to believe me."he replies desperately

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.