What's So Good About Picking Up The Pieces Novels & Stories

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

(Piper POV) One strange advantage to having your soul crushed into a million pieces is that it gives you options in terms of where to focus your energy. You can choose to focus on the heartbroken pieces, the jealous pieces, or the confused pieces. Alternatively, you can choose to focus on the pieces of your soul that are still desperately holding onto hope and faith and trust. Or, you can do what I decide to do: you can focus on the angry pieces.

Ford’s pov I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, by the moon shining through my window, I was still seated on the ground. I hastily stood up, not remembering the items I was holding, the snow globe smashing on the floor. In a state of panic I began gathering the fragments of glass, hoping that somehow I would be able to put them back together. But similar to my relationship with Nivia, once something is broken, it cannot be mended. ‘It can,’ Callum spoke in a kind voice, his anger gone.

Destiny has a lot of names, fate, future, divine decree, gods will. Some people say it's karma and some say it’s just coincidences. I never believed in any of those but after that day I didn’t know what to say. I just want to say one thing that I learned from things that happened after that day, you will have to scatter all the pieces first if you want to assemble the jigsaw puzzle perfectly. Life or fate or whatever you want to call it, it has a beautiful way of smearing paint on the canvas only to make an extraordinary piece of art.

What if they come down here and accidentally hurt themselves? I grab the broom and dustpan from the back and start sweeping. It's frustrating to clean up the mess of my new life. It feels like I'm always starting over. Something always goes wrong, and sometimes I just get so tired of it all. As I sweep, my eyes start to water. I watch the pieces of glass slide into the dustpan, and it feels like they symbolize every broken part of me over the years. Each piece represents exhaustion, loneliness, and betrayal. They keep piling up, and if I put them together, it would probably look like a fractured statue barely holding its shape.

I can choose life, choose myself, or pick up this phone and phone someone that I know will be there. Perhaps one should not give up the good things that are there in your life, even though sometimes it comes with the bad. I need to accept that things are just going to be the way they are supposed to be. All I know is that I need to pick up my head and put a smile on my face. And decide.

I had to start picking up the pieces of my life, and I had to start rebuilding. I took a deep breath, and I began to clean up the room. I picked up the broken vase, the shattered picture, and the overturned chair. I put everything back in its place, and I slowly started to restore order to my living room. As I cleaned, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I felt a sense of purpose, and I felt a sense of determination. I knew that I still had a long way to go, but I also knew that I was taking the first steps towards healing.

If I'm alive, I'm worth something. Parts of me have been stripped away. I've transformed into a puzzle, one that needs mending. When I'm complete, I can see the whole picture. The beautiful pieces of my life that give me meaning. My family and friends fit inside my puzzle box. It's time to let them out and place them where they belong in the puzzle of my life. We are all broken puzzles. My pieces are experiences, some of joy, and some of pain. They blend together, and my colors mix. My life becomes a rainbow, as the sun and rain dance side by side.

Kaima was right. The fresh air I breathed in, the wind gently kissing my skin, it all felt perfect. I did need to step out and it helped clear up my messy mind. We didn’t go too far, only walked a few blocks down. No matter how good and free I felt I still couldn’t get that tinge of worry within me out of my system. It continued looming in my mind like some wronged spirit seeking vengeance without any thoughts of stopping till its goals get accomplished. I sighed heavily…

Life would continue. And somehow, through all the broken pieces, they were moving forward. One truth at a time.