What Happens When You Break Mga Nobela at Kwento

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

It was Joey's turn to crouch beside the car. He had to get this child out no matter how much she resisted but, if she struggled, it could well make her injury worse. A broken shard of bone could sever a nerve or a major blood vessel. He had watched the way Penny had calmed a terrified little girl with a skill that had taken his breath away. Had made something in his gut feel all soft. He'd known she was an amazing mother but what he'd just seen her do was awesome. All he needed to do now was to follow her example.

I guess it was all in my head, I suddenly didn't feel like being around her anymore. I stood up, nodded my head at her and went out the front door. I just kept following my feet to wherever they were taking me, especially since it was away from Anne. I guess it was my time to get drunk, because I ended up in a bar. I know its not healthy to drink in the morning and all, but I had to get over this heart break. ************** Nine bottles later and I was already telling the guy waiting the bar all the problems I'd been through in life. He felt like my friend already,

A voice said on the other line breaking me from my thoughts. "Yeah." I said with my voice cracking a bit at the end. "Are you okay?" He asked with sympathy laced in his voice. "Yeah." I paused sniffling. "Um just have Jack call me when he's done doing whatever he's doing with that hoe." I said with anger rising in my voice. "Ka-" he started but I cut him off by hanging up the phone. So many things were running through my head. None of which were about me and my feelings, they were all about Jack, and how I broke him.

The emotions that I had been bottling up instantly burst forth. I broke down and yelled at him, “The baby’s gone, Carl!”

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

Inside I shattered again, one slow, precise break at a time. He could pretend nothing happened. But I never would.

I slammed the metal tip of the pen into the center of the crack. CRACK-KKKK! The glass didn't just break. It exploded. A wall of black, freezing water smashed into the room with the force of a freight train.

Unheard. Still watching. Still waiting. Not yet. But soon. Very soon. The first crack had already formed. And once something breaks— It never goes back the same way again.

"Some people don't want what you have until they see how happy it makes you." KIVA POV The glass slipped from my fingers. It shattered against the floor with a sound that split the silence of the hallway wide open, sharp and sudden and irreversible, the way some sounds are. The kind that cannot be taken back. My stomach dropped. For one terrible second everything went completely still. The house held its breath. I held mine. The broken pieces caught the thin light spilling from the sitting room doorway and scattered it in every direction, small and bright and wrong.