Things That Are Broken Novels & Stories

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

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.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

"I do." "What makes you like it so much?" I smiled faintly. "When something breaks...most people think it's reached the end." I held up the tiny broken spring. "But sometimes it simply needs someone patient enough to understand why it stopped working." His gaze lingered on my face instead of the music box. "And does that always work?" "No." I smiled sadly. "Some things break beyond repair." The room fell silent. Neither of us spoke again. Because somehow The conversation no longer felt like it was about the music box.

I would find a way to fight back, no matter how small that fight was. My eyes fell to the broken pieces of fruit on the floor, the remnants of the food I had once been offered. It had been thrown at me, shattered in the chaos of our encounter, and now it lay there, lifeless and discarded. I couldn’t help but relate to the mess on the floor. It was as if my life, too, had been broken into pieces, scattered and discarded without a second thought.

I stumbled, catching myself against a lamppost, my breathing uneven. I looked at my broken heels, then the other one. I laughed a dry, low one then yanked them both off and tossed them in the nearest trash can. My bare feet hit the pavement, rough against my sore soles. Home wasn’t far. I just had to swallow the pain and keep moving.

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

Not finding a word to say at the moment. “There are some things that can't be amended, like a broken glass or plate can’t be fixed, a shredded piece of paper can’t be fixed except by being torn off slightly, a worn out clothes can’t return to their old sparkling color, and lastly, a broken heart that’s filled with anger and hatred can never be clouded with love and concern. You failed your sister Emilia, so it will take you a while to be on her good terms again,” Beta Lucky said before walking past her. Heading up to his room. What he just said was the pure truth. Not everything can be fixed or repaired, especially when it involves the heart.

A voice said on the other line breaking me from my thoughts. "Yeah." I said with my voice cracking a bit at the end. "Are you okay?" He asked with sympathy laced in his voice. "Yeah." I paused sniffling. "Um just have Jack call me when he's done doing whatever he's doing with that hoe." I said with anger rising in my voice. "Ka-" he started but I cut him off by hanging up the phone. So many things were running through my head. None of which were about me and my feelings, they were all about Jack, and how I broke him.

The pen I was holding broke in two with a crack. "Zachary, Sierra, you two sure are something! I'm going to make you pay for this!" I vowed.