Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

Why had she allowed me to go through all this pain? Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I walked on and on silently wishing I had died. I had nothing, no one to mourn my passing, nothing to live for, I was the definition of broken and shattered. “Watch where you're going, bitch!” Someone bumped into me, prompting me to focus on my surroundings, that's when I realized that I was walking past a pub.

It is painful. “You can’t do anything here,” she hisses. I take a deep breath, she is right. With a heavy heart, I follow her out, feeling very much like the coward that I am. I feel useless, is there nothing I can do? We finally reach the exit and Julianne quietly opens it. The door squeaks but no one notices, all are too caught up with the havoc at the lobby. From the corner of my eye, I see a wolf leap through the air. It lands on another, sinking its teeth into the other wolf’s neck, breaks it with a sickening snap and tosses it like a ragged doll before smashing the fallen wolf through a glass window. The glass splinters and some of the shards land near my feet. Instinctively, I pick up

What about his brother or his uncle? Aren't they at least his allies? Or are they enemies too? I'm not paying attention as I walk back to the bed and wince when I step on a shard of glass from the whiskey bottle. It cuts into my foot, leaving a trace of red on the tile. I balance on one leg to pull the glass out and drop it to the floor. Gingerly, I walk into the bathroom and close the door. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I check to make sure I haven't missed any more glass. When I sit, still feeling him inside me. Sticky between my legs from when he made me come.

I tried to hold back the discomfort in my body, rolling forward in front of me. A short distance from me, on the floor, were shards of glass. It's the shard of the window glass of this room. The window may be broken, but this house is uninhabited, so no one cleans it. I used my strength to roll toward the shards of glass. The body has not been active for a long time, so when it rolls around, it feels exceptionally dizzy. I gritted my teeth, trying to endure to continue rolling a few more laps. When the shards of glass hurt my body, I stopped.

Not only that, but he touched the place he was lying, but it wasn't a bed but rather an iron. Furthermore, he stood up and tried to move forward but flinched immediately when he stepped on a broken glass. Likewise, he bent down to remove the glass that was stoked on his feet. Not only that, but he tried to place his hand on the wall to support his body to remove the glass, but he felt no wall and instead fell on the floor. Furthermore, he stood up again and tried walking backward, but there were pins on the floor, and he shouted in rage when it stoked into his feet.

🎶 I'm just avoiding you like broken glass. There are no winners when The sky is cast. 🎶 BROKEN GLASS- SIA It's the third day after my injury. The day I had to get rid of this bandage. I walked down the hallway to the nurse's office and knocked twice on the wooden door. "come in" I heard the tiny voice of miss Joanne say, and I gripped the handle to let myself in. She was busy writing away records with her glasses hanging at the bridge of her nose. She sat at her tiny desk that was always cleared and neat except for the little stethoscope set that sat at the edge of the table that made contact with the wall.

It shattered on the floor, the sound ringing through the air, and for a moment, everything went still. The two strippers screamed and ran off, panicked at the sound of broken glass, but I didn’t move. I just stared at the pieces of the glass, scattered on the floor, reflecting the dim light of the club. Everything felt like it was falling apart, just like that broken glass.

The friction in the air dims a fraction, though the bitter tension between us remains. “Good. Now go clean yourself up,” he commands as if I’m a disobedient child. “You reek of piss and blood.” “Yes, Beta Pride. Thank you, Beta Pride.” I bow once more and stay bent until his footsteps disappear into the woods and his scent all but fades from existence. A shard of broken glass rests below me, reflecting my pathetic expression. Fine cracks run along the smooth surface, and I wonder if they’re part of the glass or part of me. What if those cracks are bleeding through my skin, revealing how close I am to shattering?

As soon as he left from there, Ariella wiped her eyes with her palms and slowly got up on her feet with the help of that wall behind her. Walking closer towards those broken glass pieces, she bent down and started collecting them with her bare hands which were still shivering in terror. A broken piece of glass lightly grazed against her finger, causing her fingers to bleed. It winched Ariella but that was enough for her to have her mental breakdown.

A beautiful, painful lie. I walked over to the photo and picked it up. I looked at our smiling faces, at the way he was holding me, at the love that I thought was real. And then, I smashed it against the wall. Glass shattered, raining down on the floor. The frame fell to the ground with a loud thud. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there, watching the broken glass glitter on the floor, a symbol of my broken heart. It was over. I walked out of the penthouse, not once looking back.