Novel & Cerita We Can Be Mended

“She has to make it. I haven’t forgiven her yet. She has to pay for stabbing me in the back.” While I said all this, Hazel coughed uncontrollably and I saw Phoebe taking her hands off Hazel’s chest, giving up on healing her. “You can’t give up,” I yelled at both Hazel and Phoebe. I had lost more than enough people in this lifetime. As much as I hated Hazel, I didn’t want her dead. I didn’t– “You are the one who shouldn’t give up. I know you have been training to be a Mender. You can Mend her lungs while I keep the blood out. You can make her brown new before her soul leaves her body.” Phoebe encouraged me.

Tomorrow, we rebuild. Again.

Oliver had shown me a part of himself I hadn’t seen before, but it would take more than words to mend the rift between us. As I walked back through the dimly lit corridors, Beauty met me outside, a gentle, knowing look in her eyes. “How did it go?” I sighed, managing a small smile. “It’s…complicated. But maybe there’s a chance—just a small one—that things could be different.” Beauty squeezed my hand, her warmth grounding me. “Sometimes, that’s all we need—a chance.” And as I lay in bed that night, the remnants of our conversation echoing in my mind, I clung to that sliver of hope. Perhaps, after everything, there was still a path forward—one that might lead to healing, redemption, and, just

“We can do this.” “We can. Together.”

“Please, tell me what to do. How can I make this right? How can I fix this?” “Are you deaf? I asked you to bring back my child.” “I will do anything to fix our bond except that, please,” he begged, desperate. “I’m begging you.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Fix this? There is no fixing this, Finn. That’s what I’m trying to make you understand. Some things, once broken, can never be repaired.” I closed my eyes, memories washing over me. The tiny life I’d felt growing inside me, the dreams I’d had of a future filled with love and family, all shattered.

We were bruised. Shaken. Bent out of shape. But not broken. Not even close.

It was severed in the middle, perhaps, but both ends continued to reach for one another like a living thing. I knew that now. And now that we were together again, and had exchanged those three little words, I couldn’t possibly imagine a world in which the end of our journey didn’t involve repairing that bond in some way or another. In fact, the very thought made my heart thud traitorously.

"I have a feeling we both have a lot to teach each other." I laughed. I knew that things were far from perfect, but that everything was heading in the right direction. Andrew and I would be together forever, and the town would recover. Audrey and Ray had been broken, but they had found the strength they needed to fix themselves. The town was broken, but it would be fixed. I was broken, but I would be fixed, with the help of the love of my life. They say that fire always burns, but as the flames sweep away the detritus of the past, new beginnings can spring from the ashes. I smiled. I could feel the seeds of new memories germinating, reaching for the sun.

I flinched slightly when she spoke to me, almost afraid to meet her gaze. “You cannot fix yourself. You are already perfect the way you are. We are all a chaotic mess inside but we can always learn from each other and get back together. Trust me; life won't always be this easy. And you know what? Maybe we are all a mess inside but we can always get past that and start fresh.

The road to recovery may be long and challenging, but together, we'll face whatever lies ahead. And as I sit there, watching over her with unwavering devotion, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope blossoming within me. Our companionship has weathered the storm, and now, it's time for us to rebuild, heal, and forge a future filled with the warmth and tenderness we both deserve.