Things That Are Broken Novels & Stories

And filled with love. I broke down in sobs of realization.

We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

“You know, when you feel so broken, you could do a lot to distract yourself.” “I've tried. The pain and regret still comes back.” “Then, use me.” My eyes widened. “For?” “Use me to forget about whatever you're feeling. The Heartbreak. Come to me. You and I can do things together so you can stop thinking about the pain.” He said politely. “Well, I…thank you. But that doesn't sound much of a good idea.” He smiled. “I know that's what'll you say but that's just the truth. Don't worry. We can talk more about it when I start texting you.”

"You said you were lost. I understand that. All of a sudden several negative things came into your life that abruptly took you out of the comfort zone you had built. >> You feel lost and hurt by everything that has happened. However, none of it has brought you down." "With everything that's happened, I feel like I'm breaking into many pieces that will soon disappear. Just like my family." "We break when something overtakes us and we have no solution but to break to rest a little. It's okay to break sometimes, because through those wounds we can also breathe. >> And if at some point, from so many cracks you find it difficult to continue. You will have me to give you all the glue you need to j

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.

I'd had it repaired, but look closely and you could still see the cracks. Broken was broken. Even glued back together, it couldn't return to what it was.

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝� �𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣.

That old and tended and cared-for is not the same as broken. That you can begin again and call it home.

It was my heart. Shattered. Broken. Beyond repair. And I didn't know how to fix it.