Too Blind To See Her Breaking Novels & Stories

why the hell I'm. Why can't for once I make her happy, make her smile. Why can't I for once take her away from that pain. I just rushed to my room and banged my door to close it. I sat on the bed holding my head. After a while I realised that there was someone else too In the room. When I took a closer look it was Anna and she was crying. This was one thing I never wanted to see. She got up from her place and I thought she wanted to leave but when she turned she saw me.

Though blind, she looked confused, pained and angry. She hadn’t expected me to be on the battlefield and I could see it in the way her hand faltered around her blade for just a second. But more than that, I knew what she saw. She saw me, the one who’d broken her heart without warning, and now wanted her back. I didn’t blame her for walking away. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was no longer conscious of my environment. Then, I had a vision.

Same broken look. And suddenly I can’t breathe. Because it’s like she’s looking right through me. Like she’s saying: You can’t run from this. You were always going to end here. My throat tightens. My vision blurs. I can’t tell if I’m crying or if my mind’s just breaking in small, invisible ways. I whisper to myself — no, I think I whisper, I can’t even hear it anymore — “I’m not her. I’m not you.”

Clang! The railing shook violently. It was bending and on the verge of breaking. Just as disaster loomed, my engine finally roared to life. I slammed the gas pedal, and the car dashed forward, breaking free from the crushing pressure. Upon seeing this, Gabriel’s face twisted with panic. He stomped the brake repeatedly before finally managing to stop his car. However, as his wheels screeched to a halt, he ran over a shard of broken glass that flew up and embedded itself deep in my thigh. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me.

"I said look at me." Her eyes opened....glazed, tear-filled, completely wrecked. "Good girl." He began moving again, slower now but no less intense. Deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside her. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you. Want to watch you break." "I'm already broken," she whispered.

As she spoke, Vera gently stroked Clara's stomach, her face beaming with joy. I found the whole thing nauseatingly ironic. Loyal? If Kaleb knew that Ryan's "care" for his mate involved knocking her up, his soul would probably storm back from the Moon Goddess's side just to tear him apart. Seeing that I remained silent, Clara shot me a timid, sideways glance. "Celine, are you still mad at Ryan and me?" "I really just wanted a pup of my own." I was so lonely and scared being in that house by myself." Clara started sobbing softly, acting as if she were the victim of some great injustice.

Polished, confident, and untouchable. A cold wave slid through her. For a brief second, anger threatened to crack the control she had spent years building. Then he turned, their eyes met, everything shifted, his smile vanished, the glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the marble floor. The sharp sound cut through the room, conversations died, music faltered, people turned, but Jack saw in colour. All the color drained from his face in shock, disbelief, recognition, he remembered. A slow, precise smile touched Mildred’s lips. She lifted her glass slightly in a mock greeting. Jack stumbled back a step and murmurs rippled through the crowd. “What happened?” “Is he okay?” “Who is sh

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

“Stupid woman, how is it possible that you don’t know that you’re hurt? How are you going to protect yourself?” Her hands trembled as they held his large hands. She shook her head helplessly. “How can this be… How can this be? I can’t see… My eyes… Am I blind?” She began to sob.