Romans & histoires Things That Are Broken

Her tears began stinging her eyes and she felt like someone was squeezing out her heart . Mike switched off the TV and let her cry . He had not asked her anything about what happened in Singapore because he was afraid that she will break down . He didn't know what to say to her . Akira hugged him and asked- " Why was I not enough for him . Why?" and she started wailing .

"Come on, it's just a drawing. Shawn can whip up another one in no time. And don't forget, he's the one who got us into this mess! "Sue's been in a creative slump lately and can't seem to create anything she's satisfied with. She's lost her passion for painting, and to make things worse, Shawn ruined her hand. "Now she flinches and freaks out every time she sees a drawing!" Zach struck the lighter, and the flame sprang to life with a soft whoosh. "I'm begging you. Please, don't do this!" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down.

Because based on his advices, he seems to be an expert in the problem I am facing. "I don't think you can win her back. Remember this Del Mundo, not everything that breaks is restored. Cianna's fragile, and you know that fragile should be handled with care because once it's broken, it can't be repaired. Glasses, vases and other fragile materials—ike this. . ." "What the h*ll!" I screamed after he dropped the glass he was holding. "Look at that glass, I broke it. Now, let me fix it." He knelt down to pick up the broken pieces of glass one by one.

It was fractured. And now? We were ready to break it.

Trust is a fragile and precious bond that connects hearts and minds in an embrace of security and serenity. It's like delicate porcelain, carefully crafted over time, yet so easy to shatter. When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain.

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

Still. Broken. _3:17 PM._

Unheard. Still watching. Still waiting. Not yet. But soon. Very soon. The first crack had already formed. And once something breaks— It never goes back the same way again.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.