Novel & Cerita Things That Are Broken

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

Not since Lyken became my boyfriend. When Jada and Lyken broke up, she thought they couldn’t fix things between them. But thanks to the power of forgiveness, they are where they are now. Just as Demi Moore said, ‘The things people do to each other, they remember. If they stay together, it's not because they forget. It's because they forgive.’ And Jada agrees with her. Whether she likes it or not, what happened between Lyken and her will be forever part of their history. That’s something they can’t just erase.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

Something else. Something I don’t have a name for yet. Something I’m not ready to name. But for now… Breakfast is enough.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

As I tried to move it, to watch the writing on it, the mug slipped from my hand accidentally and smashed to pieces on the ground. For a few moments, I could only stare between my mother's name on the chit and the broken glass shards; until I managed to grab a hold of myself and started cleaning up the mess. A realisation burning in the back of my mind, as I gathered the broken pieces. Sometimes, all that's left for us to do, is collect the broken pieces. Because like things; relationships once broken can never be completely put back together in the same way, no matter what. ———————-

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

Neerah “No one likes broken things. Why should I use one to help make something nice?” Rayah looks depressed. But one only needs to look into her eyes to see the sparkle of meanness shining brightly. Oh, so I am the broken thing? I felt the insult particularly because I feel like I am broken too. Just not as often as before. And having someone say it to my face hits differently. “Yet some things just need to be broken to be of use” I retorted.

But my trembling hands caused my favorite wine glass to fall onto the floor and shatter into a million glistening pieces. "Goddammit!" I cried piercingly, kneeling down as if I could possibly put the glass together again. But who am I fooling—I can't fix it. I can't glue these broken pieces together, no matter how hard I try; I'll only make my hands bloody and spend time trying to fix something that's unfixable. What I can do? I can stare at the mess until I get a broom and throw what has become of my favorite wine glass away in the trash, accepting the fact that it can never be mended again.