What Happens When You Break Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can’t fall apart right now. I star at the wall, and something inside me just… breaks. Not in a way I expected. It’s not the kind of breakdown where you get mad and throw things. It’s a slow kind of break. Like when as crack starts in the foundation of a building, and no one notices until the whole thing’s about to come down.

“No!” The glass broke.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

CHAPTER 64: BREAKING DOWN. VIKTOR. I never knew what shattered glass feel like. Honestly no one knows. How hurtful it is. How painful it is. Or how sharp and dangerous it is. I have always broken many things in my life and in my house. Many. I have broken my television when I was angry. I have broken my phone when I am messed up. I have broken glass table, glasses and cups and bottles and much more. Partially everything a house contains.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I yelped, yanking my hand back as I pricked my finger along the broken edge. Then before my eyes, as my blood spread across the cracked line, the breakage vanished. The plate was whole again, entirely smooth. As I held it in my hands, a surge of panic clamored up my spine.

Then my strength leaves me all at once, my legs give out, and I slide down to the floor, my back against the door. And then I break.

“Anna, that’s enough.” But it wasn’t. Because they were still there. Still trying. Still reaching. Still a threat. “They’ll keep coming,” I said. “Then we deal with it—” “This is dealing with it.” My hand lifted slightly. And the pressure increased. The first crack echoed. Loud. Sharp. One of them Broke. Not fell. Not stumbled. Broke. Like glass under too much force. The other two reacted instantly. Trying to move. To escape. But they couldn’t.

It took a few minutes before I could finally get a hold of myself and when I did, I broke down. I was so angry and hurt that I thrashed everything, throwing things around and breaking things just to release my anger and pain and heartbreak because for once in my life, I can't keep it in. My heart is painfully throbbing so much and it feels like it'll break out of my chest any minute. I won't be able to bottle up any of my emotions anymore, if I do, I'm pretty sure I'll lose it.

I cry out. Tears roll down my face as a sharp pain goes through my body. I hold on to the side of the cabinet, trying to focus on something else other than the pain but it doesn't seem to work. The side of the cabinet began to snap from the amount of pressure I put on it. I let out a cry as the cabinet completely breaks and the pain in my body becomes unbearable. It felt like I was burning from the inside out but I didn't die. I let out a blood-curdling scream causing the windows in the room to break as glass scattered through the room as I collapsed.