You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

Several long minutes passed. Inside, I slowly forced my swollen eyes open. The words echoed inside my head. Grandpa... Even after everything... Life refused to stop. Business refused to stop. Responsibilities refused to stop. *Get up,* I told myself. *You don't get to fall apart. Not you. Never you.* The thought felt distant. Almost like it belonged to someone else. Someone who used to believe control was enough to hold a person together. I swallowed painfully before finally speaking. "...I'll be ready."

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

I didn't like that statement, I also didn't like the way my body reacted to the dark timber of his voice, the way it settled deep in some unexplored part of my stomach “Breaking you will be more fun to watch this way” he added, and the smirk disappeared, replaced by something cruel, something hot enough to burn me to cinders if I continued standing here I crinkled my nose at him and walked away, willing myself not to run even when I felt the heat of his stare on my back. He can try to break me, but he won't succeed Because you can't break something that's already shattered

James met his eyes, something like respect flickering across his face. “That,” he said, “is exactly what she’ll need most right now.” The man leaned forward. “How do we tell her?” he asked quietly. “After everything she just confessed… after all that emotional release… how do we add this?” James sighed. “That’s the hardest part,” he admitted. “The truth has to be broken gently. She needs to know she has support—constant support. She needs to know she’s loved, she’s not alone, and that her family is standing firmly behind her.”

“You’re pushing yourself too far.” A humorless laugh escaped me. “Seems to be a popular opinion today.” “Because it’s true,” she shot back. “You’re not invincible. I don’t care what you’ve become you’re still you. And you can break.” My throat tightened. “I don’t have the luxury of breaking,” I whispered. Sara’s eyes burned into mine. “You don’t have the luxury of pretending you won’t.” The wind shifted. Subtle. Wrong. I froze.

--- 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.

Never Again 🌷 “Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me I've been broken before…” -Ali Gatie, It's You ~•~ "It works like this, your daddy says you need to have soup, so here's the deal, every time you have a spoon of soup, you get a bonus card with a surprise in it which you can receive when you get better." I smiled, and his eyes shone in excitement while looking at his father for permission.

All these years, I’ve been built for this. I laugh again. I’m sure I look like a crazy person right now. But I don’t care, because this is it. This is the moment I realize how strong I am. I will not break. I am not fragile anymore. I haven’t been in a long time. Nothing will take me down now. I can take whatever they throw at me. They have no idea what they’ve created. Let them whip me, punish me, hurt me, try to make a fool of me. Will. Not. Break.

“And here I was thinking I’d already broken something inside you yesterday.” A breath of a scoff slips past my lips. He might have come close to breaking me, but I’d never admit it. Not to him. I won’t give him that kind of power. My chin tips up. “Haven’t you heard? I can’t be broken. I’m like a diamond.” The words sound stronger in my head than they do out loud, and I cringe a little at how hollow they ring. He exhales a rough, uneven sound and for a fleeting second, it almost feels like relief.

If this doesn't work out, it won't break me. It might very well kill me, but I know I won't let it break me. I've already been broken and I refuse to fall apart again.