We Can Be Mended Novels & Stories

"I don't want to lose you." "I don't want to lose you either." We hold each other. Not solved. Not healed. Just committed to figuring it out. Again. Always again. Because that's what we do. We break. We repair. We trigger. We work through it. We fall down. We get back up. Together. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. I journal late that night:

He spoke with so much spark in his eyes, every of his words coming out as real as it'll ever be. "If I told you the darkness inside of me, would you still look at me like I'm the sun? And I've learnt so far that if you can't be a light to brighten people's good deeds, then don't be the darkness covering their efforts. I would never be the one covering your efforts. You need to find that part of yourself you've lost, and you need to do it alone. Trust me when I tell you that." I silently prayed he listens and doesn't argue any further. His expression just remained blank. "What's broken can be mended. What hurt can be healed. And no matter how dark it gets, the sun is going to rise. I know tha

Time is what will heal both of them. In this process of counselling, they both accepted their flaws as well as accepted their mate's flaws as well. No one is perfect. Everyone has a flaw. Acceptance is what we need and what we should give. Mistakes are made, and certainly more mistakes will take place in future. Learning from them is essential, and this couple is doing precisely that.

Maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other. As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but think about the road ahead. It won't be easy, and there are no guarantees, but for tonight, I'm willing to let myself hope. Hope that we can heal, that we can rebuild the trust that have been broken. And as I lay here, listening to the sounds of the night, I feel a small spark of determination. We are a team, and teams don't give up on each other.

Instead, she spoke the ways those hurts had changed her, and the ways they hadn't. "There's so much I lost," she admitted, her voice lowering. "Trust. A sense of safety. Pieces of me I didn't think I'd ever get back. But there's something I didn't lose—hope. And if you're here tonight, even if you don't feel it, even if you think you're only here because someone dragged you, you have hope too. Because you're here." Her throat tightened. She swallowed, hard. "I'm not going to promise you that everything will be okay. But I do promise you this: you are not beyond repair. And no one—no one—gets to decide that for you."

“Seems like everything went to shit after she left, but it's slowly coming back to life now that my queen is home” “Gotta make this a permanent thing, Spin”, says Brenda. “No shit”, I told her. “I’ve been trying”! I suddenly hear Loyalty laughing hysterically, and turn to see what’s made her laugh so hard. Her and Gabe are both red in the face, so I know they’re probably just reminiscing, which is the best thing for her right now. The more happy memories she’s flooded with, the less the bad ones appear, I think! “I miss that sound”, Meme says.

There is scope thus remaining for repair, for repair of earth. There is still scope for us to be in a profound universe’s place. Amen. Come enjoy this day. You repair your ways. The world will follow you anyway. Not as followers, but as logic new. They will accept the you. Amen. Come repair. The earth you repair today. Let there be peace in your mind. Do not see TV. Talk to self instead. See where in life you are going. You aren’t at least moving by wind in the direction of world or away for search of relief for earth. Amen. Thank you! Yours, Your Own...

It kind of makes things much easier. "One more thing, child. You also did manage to cross to the light when you were born. Albeit for a brief moment. That is why I guess the angel could easily win. I guess I missed that part but it is not a bad thing. The bottom line is, the bond is so sacred that it can repair damaged souls. Now, run along. In your realm, you have been in a deep slumber for three days."

An injury Third Person POV "We have to do something to get her back! We don't know where she is! We don't fucking know if she was alive or not! We are the ones who fucked up everything. Not even you, I am the one who fucked up everything and I'm really sorry and I should say that to her. We have to find her. I don't know how we managed without her for those many years, but I couldn't stay like that for another minute. I will search every corner of the world to find her. I'm really sorry for fucking it up for every one. I'm sorry." Sebastian muttered, his voice clearly audible in the silent room where the siblings sat trying to think of a place where their sister would be there.

"I don't know. It's going to take a lot of work and a lot of forgiveness, but I think we can do it. We just have to be willing to put in the effort." "I agree," Martha chimed in. "We can't change what has happened, but we can choose to move forward and make things better." Sophia nodded in agreement, and I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things were not irreparable after all. Maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to heal from all of this pain and come out stronger on the other side.