You Broke Me First Lyrics Novels & Stories

--- 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.

The moment the first piece ended, the audience fell into sudden silence. And almost immediately, the music changed. The second piece began. It was no longer gentle like the first, its rhythm faster, the movements stronger and more decisive. It was a choreography I had created recently, after learning Alexander’s true face. Every step, every movement of my hands carried the strength to sever the past, to bury the pain, and to begin a new life. My emotions flowed through every motion, all the way until the music came to an end. The silent auditorium suddenly erupted. Thunderous applause roared like a storm.

No, they were from heartbreak, from the deep ache of betrayal that had settled in her chest like a stone. She reached the door, quickly entering and locking it behind her. Unlike that first day, when she had trembled at the thought of him, now she stood still, staring into the mirror. Only this time, she didn’t see his reflection behind her. She saw herself— her eyes red, her lips trembling, the sadness etched into every line of her face. Her broken self, her betrayed self.

"Hold on, ma'am. You haven't paid the bill yet." My face flushed red under the strange stares of the other patrons. I whipped my phone out to settle the bill before scurrying away. I got into the car and stared at Annie's latest post on Facebook. She wrote, "Thank you for sacrificing your own happiness just to be by my side." Attached to it was an image of Oliver from behind as he lit some candles. That night, I cried myself to sleep. Mom pulled me out of bed the first thing the next morning. "Lorelei, get out of bed quickly and have your breakfast. I made your favorite acai bowl."

“Pathetic.” The wind howled around me, carrying away the sound of my quiet breakdown. And for the first time—I didn’t stop it. I let my tears free down freely, until they are tired. Until there is no more ounce of tear left. Injist cried and cried until the sun decides to peek to me through the clouds. --- By the time I got back, the sky had started to lighten. Soft hues of morning bliss falling around the world, but my life felt still clutched in the dark.

Three months later, he came back to me, tender and attentive as before. The moment I lowered my defenses, Taylor signed me into a psychiatric ward. “You took the love of my life away. You can rot in hell for all I care!” I spent the next three years in a cage. Between forced medication and electroshock therapies, I eventually escaped by jumping off the roof. I opened my eyes, and I was back. Taking a deep breath, I tapped into the comments. Hot comment #1: “Wake up, girl! You’re biting the hand that feeds you!”

I remember fighting him, remember the taste of something bitter at the back of my throat, remember heat spreading through my body while his voice kept saying my name as if that made any of it mercy. By the time the room went dark, I understood only one thing clearly: he would rather break me than lose control of me. When I woke the next morning, the room was gray with early light. My clothes were scattered across the floor. My mouth tasted metallic. My body hurt in ways I did not want to name. There was a ring on my left hand. A diamond, cold and flawless, catching the first light like a threat. I pulled it off and threw it into the wastebasket.

The physical pain wasn't there but the emotional one to not see my family members by my side broke a huge part of me. Who am I talking about ? I'm broken anyway. No one cares about me because I'm broken, I'm tainted, I'm dirty, I'm a sl*t, I'm a disgrace, I'm horrible, I'm pathetic, I'm not worth anyone's time or love. My eyes flutter open again, my head was heavy with a throbbing pain and someone was stroking my back gently. " Thank god she is safe." Elliot's voice sounds. Shawn hums in response rocking me back and forth on his lap gently.

Just turned and walked back into the restaurant. As he did, I noticed Maria staring at us through the window. He told me to wait again. But I wasn't that woman anymore. I walked away from the restaurant, hailed a cab, and as soon as I got in, I pulled out my phone and typed the words I never thought I'd send: "Let's divorce. I'm not going to the family reunion." I hit send. Then I shut my phone off.

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso