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

Something was always popping up, everytime we talk that was how it always ended, with something popping up. If I wasn't love sick, I was supposed to realize that something was up with him. But my love clouded mind wouldn't even think of him doing something evil or bad. I dropped my phone making sure to turn off my data and putting the phone on d-n-d mode. To avoid any further distraction.

"Don't say that, look, the fact that you cared for my happiness more than yours means you are a really good person" He shook his head. "Nah! I mean, I've done a lot of worse things__". "But you'll make amends for it, Nick". I cut him off. “That’s the good side you’ll have to do to remove the bad sides, forget about the past, we have all done bad things, all we have to do is pick up ourselves and just move on hoping to go on with things in our life with a reed of goodness, that’s the best thing about life “.,

Too bad there is nothing good in me. I frown at the paperweight in my hand. It is a pyramid of clear crystal. I hold it up against the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window behind me. The light breaks and changes in the pyramid creating a beautiful rainbow along the wall. Colorful, innocent, beautiful. I clench my fist around it, its sharp edges dig into my hand as if it wants to cut me. Dangerous. I throw it hard against the wall. It leaves a deep dent in the wall before falling to the floor, shattering in a million pieces. Breakable.

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.

Even the guards and cleaning staff is upset about the situation he is in. I'm already motivated now to move on to our next step. I have already forgotten the employees in the cafeteria earlier. I have already forgotten the way they betrayed us. They say, focusing on the good things helps you keep moving through out your life and makes you never give up, I can feel that at the moment. Xx____xX

"I thought people like us did not get this. I thought the best I could hope for was to stop causing harm. I did not know we got to make something good." "We got to make something good," I said, holding his head against me. "That is the whole discovery, Julian. That was the thing at the bottom of all of it. Not that we could survive, not that we could win, not even that we could be forgiven. That we could make something good, on the other side, in the peace. That the story was not only about ending the bad thing. It was about what grows once the bad thing is gone." He looked up at me, and his face was wet and open and years younger than his mother had ever let it be.

He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely. Then he stood there in the wreckage, broken glass, broken mirror, broken phone , chest heaving, hands shaking. Then something shifted in his eyes. Not anger anymore. Something worse. He looked down at the broken mirror pieces scattered across the floor. Picked up one jagged shard slowly. Turned it over in his hand. The edge caught the light. He pressed it against his wrist. Not deep. Just enough to feel something real in a moment where everything else felt like it was dissolving.

How can you be so calm now? I smiled at his words and replied, "If you lose a piece of gold, you'll keep thinking about it. Even if you know that you'll never find it again, you'll still wish you had taken better care of it. "But if you throw away a rock, you'll only feel relieved to be rid of the burden. Why would you ever pick it up again?" Jake paused for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. "You certainly have a way of putting things simply. I would benefit greatly if I could hear your advice more often. You have to give me that chance."

Waiting for morning. I picked up my phone. Not to call anyone. I was not ready to move yet. I needed every piece of the picture before I touched anything. Because once I started — not gathering, not watching, but actually dismantling — I was not going to stop. I had learned that lesson from Vance. You do not start until you know the full shape of what you are taking apart. You do not move until you know exactly what falls when you pull the first piece. I would know soon enough.