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

Perhaps I looked too calm. I was so calm that Josie couldn't ignore me. Her eyes kept drifting back to me. When it was her turn to take the stage, she dragged Alex along. She was smiling brightly. "The reason I'm standing here today is because of my brother. During the earthquake years ago, he was abandoned and missed his chance to be rescued. Although he survived, he was never able to live like a normal person. "I'm grateful that I became a doctor and was able to achieve this medical breakthrough!"

I put a 6 pack of hard cider in the basket and then promptly tried to pick it all up with my hurt hand. Shit. I carefully moved the handles further up my arm. I picked out a box of Wheaties. Yeah baby, fiber, I smirked to myself. I’m not getting any younger. Ok last thing, some soup bones for Biscuit. My hand was throbbing again, I could feel the sock getting heavy with blood. I needed to bind this wound especially since I can’t seem to NOT grab things with this hand.

"And maybe letting go of her is the only way you survive this." I swallowed. My voice scraped up from somewhere dry. "I think I’m afraid of what happens if I stop trying. If I let it fall apart." "It might fall. Or it might finally rebuild. Not every collapse ends in ruin." "But some do." "Then we pick up the pieces. Or we burn what’s left and start over." I stared at him. "You make it sound so simple." "It’s not. It never is. But it’s still a choice. And it’s yours to make."

That evening, I took my usual walk along the beach. On my way back, I picked up a bouquet of white roses. When I passed the dessert stand, the vendor smiled and handed me a freshly baked berry tart, saying it was the last one of the day, and she wanted me to try it. I took it and thanked her with a smile. The sunset was slowly spreading across the sky, like the first page of a new life being turned. The wind blew over me, carrying the ocean breeze, and something in my chest loosened.

"You know, sometimes life feels like one big puzzle, doesn't it? And today, it feels like we've just found some very important pieces." Liam’s eyes met mine. He walked over and handed me a puzzle piece. “And once the pieces are stuck together, that's how they should stay.”

After settling my parents' well-being, I returned home. Fiona's figure was nowhere to be seen in the empty house. I sat on the couch, reflecting on the past five years. From an energetic special forces soldier to a live-in son-in-law. From a humiliated loser to a hero returning to the unit. The ups and downs of life made me understand what true value was. Personal gains and losses seemed insignificant compared to the greater cause of the country. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the phone rang. It was the commanding officer from my unit.

To love someone with its ugly glory. Ever since I was a child I always believe in happily ever after. Just like all the weddings I organize and houses that I made homey. Eventually, everything would have to shift and be rearranged. Masks and inhibitions would be stripped bare, paints will fell off, furniture would break and it's all up to us if we would just walk away or try to mend it. Rebuilding something doesn't guarantee the same outcome as to how it was in the past but you've got to trust that it's better than before.

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.

well he had crushed it into million of pieces. "Trust.. The trust is slowly developed with time after it is completely shattered. You know what, Zachariah?--" Hazily looking away from his piercing orbs, I diverted my attention on my hands. "--Sometimes it's better to leave the past behind and just focus on what's laying ahead of us since broken trust is like a broken mirror, even if we tried to glue the pieces up together it wont stick. Just have faith in yourself and try harder to be the real you." A deep exhale left his mouth. Unknowingly, warmth blossomed within my heart when his palm touched my skin.

It was devastating to know that no one wanted me and that no one would fight for me. Yet, I must recover from these five years. I don’t know if I will be able to continue where I left off, but I must do something. The sense of loss is overwhelming, and suffocating. Life has meaning for me, and I need to find it. The kind of thing I look forward to waking up to every day. Hilda placed my things in a room that was empty, and I chose what things to keep. I would throw away the rest. As I have no family memories to treasure. Or objects worth keeping because of the sentimental value they represent. No, nothing, my life is empty, that is what I realized today. I have to pick up the pieces that are