When Everything Seems To Be Broken Novels & Stories

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well. I hate myself when I cry. What should I do if one day, Nathaniel chooses his first love instead of me? Do I need to be the same person as before? I don't want to live a life like that anymore. I do not want to love someone and then quit. I don't want to start a new relationship. But if one day we will break up, I hope he wil

Hindi niya maipaliwanag kubg saan nanggagaling ang sakit na iyo at kung bakita ang tagal mawala. "Hindi ko alam. Hindi ko alam kung kaya ko ba. Hindi ko alam kung kaya kong isipin na makaksakit ako ng ibang tao para lang maging masaya. Ni minsan hindi ko naisip na darating ako sa punto kubg saan kailangan kong isakripisyo ang sarili kong kaligayahan para lang hindi makaapak ng iba. Sabagay, ano pa nga ba ang bago dun? Lahi namang ako yung nagbibigay, laging ako yung nagsasakripisyo." Bumuntong-hinibga ito saka tumingin sa kaibigan Seryosong hinawakan ni Jem ang mga kamay niya. Hawak na kung pwede ay hindi na niya bibitawan pa.

paliwanag ng doktor. Napatayo ako... ang aking mundo ay muling umikot. Ang 'Break Him' na tadhana ay tila ba ayaw akong tantanan. "Gawin niyo ang lahat... please. Handa akong mawala ang lahat ng kumpanya... handa akong maging mahirap... basta iligtas niyo lang sila."

I whispered. And for the first time, Torren hesitated. Like even he didn’t want to say it out loud. But he did. “Because you’re the only thing I would break for.” The world around me blurred. Not because of danger. But because of meaning. I laughed weakly. Broken sound. “So I’m not just a target…” I whispered. “I’m a weakness.” “No,” Torren said immediately. Sharp. Final. “You’re not a weakness.” He stepped closer again.

Sambit niya bago tumayo pagkatapos ay inilahad ang kanyang kamay. Malungkot akong napangiti bago tinanggap iyon. One of the saddest things in the world is to feel broken, and although you're somehow been figuratively ripped apart you feel like can never be put back together again. These are days when I ask myself! What are you staying here for? Most times I don't even have an answer. Sometimes I just don't want to be here anymore. That I don't want to fight this kind of sadness sicked. Those toughest thoughts to deal with.

Gusto ko nang magpahinga… “Wesley… do you think your sorry is enough? You think your sorry will make me feel better? N-No… Hindi mo ba nakikita kung gaano ako ka wasak ngayon? I am broken… shattered… into millions of pieces that your sorry can do nothing about it.”

Biglang bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko nang makita ko ang bagong message ni Drifter, na sinend niya kaninang umaga. Drifter: “I get it… most people on dating apps aren’t whole. Everyone carries broken pieces, trying to see if any part fits with someone else. But if my being ‘positive chaos’ in your life gives you even a few minutes of relief… then I guess I’m doing something right.” Dalawang beses kong binasa ang message. Hindi siya parang typical na app conversation. May lalim at may bigat. Yung sinabi niya tungkol sa “broken pieces”… tumama sa akin.

Umupo siya sa lumang bangko sa ilalim ng puno, ang lugar kung saan siya madalas magsulat sa journal niya. Dinukot niya iyon mula sa bulsa ng robe—dala niya pa rin palagi. Binuksan niya sa pinakahuling pahina. Wala nang malinis na espasyo, kaya isinulat niya sa gilid: “I am broken. But I’m still here. Breathing. Existing. Maybe that’s enough for now.”

As if it wasn't enough, the universe decided to add more on my plate. Papa was diagnosed with a heart disease. We struggled financially. To the point that we had to move. My world fell apart. I didn't believe that life sucks until all of these happened to me. Life fucking sucks indeed.

Weak light touched her face, and for a second, I thought—maybe this was what redemption looked like. Broken. Flawed. But still trying. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.