Without You I Feel Broke Novels & Stories

He then put on his guitar and started singing. "ITS YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU... IF I'M EVER GONNA FALL IN LOVE I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE YOU IT'S YOU... IT'S ALWAYS YOU MET A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT NOBODY FEELS LIKE YOU SO PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART DON'T TEAR ME APART I KNOW HOW IT STARTS TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE DON'T BREAK ME AGAIN I AM DELICATE PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE

"And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand~" The lyrics is making her laughs. Yeah, they never have a clean break up. Because from the stop, there is no them. "And I can't, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you, But I have to~" Peach voice is starting to crack up. You trying hard bitch! Peach scowl at herself. "It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend

Oh, and if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa I said no (I said no), I said no (I said no) Listen close, it's a no The wind is a-pounding on my back And I found hope in a heart attack Oh at last, it is past Now I've got it, and you can't have it Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden, oh And if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

“Partners have told you it’s your fault?” “Yes.” I look down at my hands. “They say I’m too tense. Or that I’m faking the buildup to make them feel good. Some get angry. Some just… stop trying.” My voice cracks on the last word. “But it’s real. I feel broken.” He leans forward slightly. Elbows on knees. The movement brings him closer without crowding. “You’re not broken.” Simple. Firm. No pity. Just fact. My eyes snap up to his.

My mind adds the phrase “not anymore.” Immediately, I answered the call. It's the haunted sound of her cry and the trembling of her lips as she speaks. “I’m broken. I feel totally stupid and hurt right now because Ben just broke up with me. I saw it coming, Denver.” Fuck, the way she mentioned my name with the haunted sounds from her lips.

Unfortunately, at the moment, we won't be able to travel. And why can't we? There's nothing stopping us from traveling right now. Yes, love, but I need to tell you something. Just say it already! We're broke. I went straight to the point, there was no other way to break the news to her. She looks at me incredulously, not fully understanding what I just said. My heart is breaking for putting her through all of this. You said broke? Is that what I understood? Yes, my love, we're broke. I let myself get carried away by excitement and ended up losing everything we had.

“You are enough. You’ve always been enough. I was the one who wasn’t. I was broken—” “No.” He cut me off, his voice cracking. “Don’t feed me that excuse. Broken people still know who they love. Broken people don’t run to someone else’s arms. You weren’t broken; you were selfish. You wanted something, and you didn’t care what it cost.” I gasped, my tears coming harder. “That’s not true! You don’t know what it was like for me—”

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

That Cross will walk free because I'm not strong enough. *I wish you were here. You always knew what to say. You'd probably tell me to breathe and trust myself. That I'm stronger than I think.* *I don't feel strong. I feel broken. But I'm going to do this anyway. For you. For every woman who can't speak up. For myself.* *I miss you. Every day. The foundation helps. Knowing your name is attached to something good. But I'd trade it all to have you back.* *Tomorrow, I'm going to tell the world what he took from us. And I'm going to make sure he pays.*

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh, shaking my head slightly. “You’re not going to like it,” I mutter. “I’ll decide that,” she says softly. God. I close my eyes for a second, then open them again. No running….not this time. “Because I’m broke, Marcella.” The words come out flat at first, but they land heavy between us. “I’m… fucking broke,” I repeat, quieter now, like saying it twice somehow makes it more real. “I don’t have money. I don’t have connections. I don’t have… anything impressive.”