Novel & Cerita We Can Be Mended

Wanted to be what they were before. But Together was right. They could not be fixed. Could not be restored. Could not become what they were. The damage was permanent. The fracture was irreversible. The shattering was eternal. They had to accept it. Had to acknowledge it. Had to stop trying to fix it. Slowly. Painfully. Reluctantly. The twenty-two accepted. Stopped trying to fix. Acknowledged damage. "We accept," multiple voices said imperfectly synchronized. "We are damaged. We are fractured. We are incompatible. We accept. We stop trying to fix. We acknowledge what we are. We accept."

“You must be in a lot of pain. I understand now why you’d…retreat. Do you still love her?” I stare at Maya for a long time, my heart aching for her, for me, us. “Yes.” “Then all is not lost. You’ll have to work much harder, take the time to rebuild your bond. It’s not broken, and what’s not broken can be mended.” I just nod. I feel empty, completely spent. I don’t know if I have anything left to give.

The past might be hard to forget, but at least this conversation opened up the possibility of mending something that had long been broken. ***

"I know the truth. You were the one who saved me six years ago, not Isabella. And you developed Moonlight Therapy to heal my injuries." I listened in silence, my expression unreadable. "Emma, I was wrong. I've cut all ties with Isabella. I'll never see her again," Marcus said, his voice growing more urgent. "Can we start over? Please?" I slowly closed the folder in front of me and met his gaze. "And you think a simple apology fixes everything, Marcus?" "I know it's not enough. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you…" "I don't need you to make anything up to me," I cut him off. "We're over."

And with that, he was gone. Leaving me. stronger. Not whole yet. But mending

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.

Maybe we could finally rest. Maybe we could find a way home.

“I hate that our relationship got damaged because of this.” Her eyes filled instantly, and she reached across the table, placing her hand over mine. “I don’t think it’s that destroyed,” she said gently. “Broken things can still be repaired even though they just don’t go back to the same shape.” I nodded slowly taking in her words, I wondered if this was it, if our relation was going to be repaired but not go back to how it was. That would hurt, because I missed her so much, I missed us and her making me some Magaritas, even though we will have to skip the alcohol now. I just missed the thinga that made us.