Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

The sharp sound sliced through the silence, and a shard cut my skin. “Fuck, fuck—” Aiden cursed repeatedly, panic rising in his voice. A few tiny shards from the broken glass scattered across the floor, and when I accidentally stepped back, some pieces pricked my foot too. The pain wasn’t unbearable, but it was enough to shake me, to remind me that I was still here, still hurting, still alive despite everything inside me feeling numb. Aiden reacted fast. He dropped to his knees without hesitation, his hands trembling as he reached for mine.

But what I didn’t expect was that while I was making my way upstairs, I accidentally bump my left foot into a solid base that it quickly fell off and broke. “Shoot! Damn it, why now!” I whispered to myself. And as I panicked to head upstairs, I rapidly climb up not realizing that when I stepped on the floor, I even accidentally stepped on one shattered piece of the glass vase that left my left heel with a quite deep wound. Since I didn’t want Leon to find me out here, I managed to pull my feet away from the shattered glasses even though it my feet feel sore from the deep wound the broken glass has caused me.

I am but I shake my head no. ”I'm here to break it to you that he isn't actually a good person. Remember what I used to tell you? Two shards of glass put together won't make a mirror. You're broken and he's broken. That constant push and pull that has been there since you were teenagers is a trauma response."

I laughed bitterly, then throw the glass against the wall beside him,he flinches and looks at me like I'm a psychopath. " See the glass over there, that is what I became after trusting you. Do you think I'll do that again. You see Nik when trust is broken it can never fixed, like the glass over there. Even if you glue them back together it won't look the same. It will leave scars forever. So tell me Nikolas how do you expect me to trust you" I say bitterly "I don't know what else to say for you to believe me."he replies desperately

Rosa pov: I watched as the glass shattered on the floor loving the effect I gave off.Whispers could be heard all around the room. My eyes fixed on the shattered glass on the floor.Reminded of who I was,broken but what kept me going was knowing a broken glass is always the sharpest.It made me move from my darkest days to my brightest but this is just a tip of an iceberg.I smiled raising my head meeting William's pale face. Next to him was Jeremy,I knew well they were friends but not close friends.

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

How could I fulfill my promise, that I wouldn't trust and be closed to anyone, if I was showing the fragile version of myself again? The same with the glass that was so easily broken and, after being broken, couldn't be repaired again, and the pain I got would stay forever. But I didn't worry too much because if the glass had broken, it could be used for other things. Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me.

the door goes one more time "Give me just a second more " i say waking towards the door to get it opened ,as i step upon broken pieces of glass ,but not to worry i don't get hurt ,because I'm putting on some really high heels . "Oh shit " i say quickly reaching for the broom staggering around while cleaning up the mess i made with the broken tumbler . I finally approach the door,

TESSA The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. My crystal glass slips from my numb fingers, shattering on the floor in a symphony of destruction. The sound echoes through the room, sharp and final, like the sound of my future breaking into a thousand pieces. Wine spreads across the floor like blood, seeping into the expensive carpet around the table, staining it permanently. I stare at the mess, thinking how fitting it is. Beautiful things breaking, leaving permanent marks, impossible to clean up completely.

I stumbled over words as I lied. "I got hurt because of the mess you created," he seethed. I know it was my mistake to crash the glass but doesn't he have eyes? When he knew that there was glass all over, what was the point of walking blindly? And he claims to have fought with people and here he is crying like a kid over a small piece of glass. "Now what are you waiting for? Come and pluck out this piece of glass from my skin," he shouted once again. Walking to him, I sat on the floor and he didn't take time to place his feet on my knee. I didn't like the position I was in but I better know to pluck out the piece of glass before he plucked in all the pieces in my skin.