We Can Be Mended Novels & Stories

“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.

"But together, we can face whatever challenges lie ahead. We have the chance to redefine our relationship, to find understanding and forgiveness. And I promise you, Isla, I will do everything possible to make things right." As our hands intertwined, hope blossomed in my heart. Though the path ahead might be rocky, I knew that with perseverance, open hearts, and a newfound strength born out of understanding, we could finally begin to heal the wounds of our past and forge a bond that would withstand the test of time.

Echo with us, even in New York, will continue healing. Besides, we need her as much as she needs us. Three damaged creatures facing the past together. Ready or not. Here we go.

I pulled out a seat and sat down, Healing was a gradual process, even if the world kept moving, what we had carried remained unhealed, even with time. The only good thing, was that, we were no longer broken beyond repairs –there was still hope

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us No, nothing can come between You and I. After a while, it was followed by my friends. "Be happy, bitch" Cassandra whispered. She kissed me on my cheek. Oh, you and I.. "You are now living in your present," Azaia mumbled next and also kissed my cheek. I figured it out Saw the mistakes of up and down Meet in the middle There's always room for common ground The last one to emerge was my daughter. I crept down to welcome her in my arms.

We embarked on a journey of healing and rebuilding, knowing that it would not be easy, but determined to rediscover the love that had once bound us together. With each passing day, we worked tirelessly to mend the cracks in our relationship, to rebuild the trust that had been shattered. It was a slow and arduous process, marked by moments of doubt and vulnerability. But beneath the surface, our love remained, a flickering flame that refused to be extinguished.

"Together, we will heal and rebuild, stronger than ever." In the midst of chaos and rebuilding, we nurtured our connection, finding solace in the knowledge that we were not alone in this journey. Our love served as a source of healing, igniting a fire within us to keep pushing forward, even in the face of adversity. As the structures rose from the ruins, so did our spirits. The wounds of battle were gradually replaced with new growth, a symbol of our resilience and determination. We emerged from the rebuilding process stronger, not just as individuals, but as a united pack, bound by a shared purpose and unwavering love.

Yet, I held steadfast, anchored by the unwavering belief that time and patience could heal even the deepest wounds. In the embrace of our intertwined souls, I vowed to be his steadfast ally, committed to helping him navigate the jagged terrain of his past. Together, we embarked on a journey of healing, a dance between two wounded spirits seeking solace and redemption. And in the embrace of our love, we discovered that even amidst the darkest shadows, a glimmer of light could illuminate the path towards renewal and hope.

I'm sure that this time he didn't seem to have enough strength to pull me back. I whispered to him because it felt like I had lumps in my throat and it made my throat so tight that I could barely say a single word But how do we start? How do we even start putting the pieces back together? How exactly do we fix something that seems shattered already?” Fabian moved closer, his hand warm rested on my shoulder. “We start with them the ones we hurt,those who have placed their trust in us, the ones who trusted us and were let down. We face them, we admit our faults and we make amends. We are not just asking for forgiveness from them , but because it’s the right and necessary thing to do.

Abandoned by his own mother, I understand why he's blue, But I also know Helen loves him, in her own way, flawed, like me and you. I sigh, worry about Roman's wounds, our future unsure, Together, uncertain, but I'll be there, to help him endure. ################