"Get out!" His voice was cold and I felt myself break inside knowing this was it.
"Please, Jer, I have no where to go. Your my last hope." My voice was weak and I think he knew I was breaking inside.
"I can't help you. Not anymore Bea." Then with the tap of a delicate hand, I broke. With the breeze that came from the swish of a closing door, my shattered pieces blew away.
Broken: B-R-O-K-E-N: broken; adjective/ reduce to fragments; ruptured; torn; fractured; not whole
This is how I felt, broken. Like I couldn't move on, like life would never move or be the same.
But I have to move one. And yes life will never be the same, but we move on, we have too.
Because we're broken and fixed, and broken and fixed, over and over again. And we have to learn to deal or you'll never actually accept live.
And with each fixed you lose a piece of yourself, and that piece can never be found again. And if your broken enough, you lose it all.
In all once you've been broken, even a little crack, your never quite whole again.
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Their Girl (Completed)
FanfictionHe kissed my forehead lightly and laid me down on top of the bed. Half asleep I felt him start to move away from me. "Wait." "Yes." "Sing to me?" My voice was quite but I knew he heard. "Just one song." "That's all I need." "Okay..." ________...
