The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

I quickly looked around but he was nowhere to be found, I slowly turned to the one who was still in the glass, I walked back to the glass and continued punching it hard, the sound of my bones hitting the glass echoed in the air but I couldn't feel the pain all I wanted to do was break it, that's not me so it shouldn't exist. I punched hard again and again until the glass cracked, I heard the sound of the door opening but Ignored it, the glass is finally cracking, I punched it hard again and this time it shattered completely, one of the pieces cutting me on my cheeks, there were small glass pieces in my knuckles making me to bleed excessively, as I looked at the blood that was rolling down my

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

touching the floor, glass was broken into pieces creating sharp breaking sound. "What's wrong with you today? You don't seem to be focused...." I asked Teresa but she was still in shock. She won't come back to her sense until I don't bring her back. I pushed my dining chair backward and stand on my feet. The dining chair was so big that it left a huge creek sound but she was nowhere to be disturbed by its sound. Standing in front of her, who was in the same position holding a glass of water... What was missing was a glass which was already lying down broken in the ground.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn't trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again? The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn't be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn't worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.

He poured in a glass and leaned on the counter. He gulped down the whole thing in a go and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Goddammit! Everything sucks! This whole thing sucks!" Claire's words rang in his head and his grip on the glass tightened. "Ahh..." He screamed in rage as he threw the glass away, causing it to smash into tiny pieces. He stared at the glass and he could relate to it. His heart was just like that glass, his heart was broken like that like. Shattered into so many tiny pieces that he doesn't know how to put them back.

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

Lorenzo wanted to know what the file said about the situation. "Who?" I said Matteo Russo. The glass that Lorenzo was holding in his hand suddenly broke into pieces. The glass, in Lorenzos hand was completely shattered. Lorenzos glass was broken now. He did not drop it. He squeezed the whiskey glass hard that the glass broke. Now whiskey and blood are dripping onto the rug. The whiskey glass is. That is a big problem. The man did not appear to feel the pain. He looked at me his eyes were really wide, with a lot of horror. He just could not believe what he was seeing.

I whispered. Tears fell together with the glass I was holding. I hurt how it broke, but I have no interest in looking at its broken pieces. What was the reason looking at that scattered parts of the glass? I was like that; broken scattered into pieces, and lost in the field. I don’t have any direction to follow. Not a single compass helps me to go the right way. I was like that glass, steadfast, having heart aches, heaviness, and unknown future.

Kat's P.O.V I ran out of jacks house with tears in my eyes. I don't know where I am or where I'm going but I surely don't want to in that house with him. God I can't believe he was using me after he just promised me he would never do that to me.