"You're right," she whispered, looking up at me with glassy eyes, "I'm not falling apart."
I thought she had finished- she hadn't.
"No, I'm breaking apart. I'm shattering into millions of the smallest pieces, and nobody thinks broken things are beautiful."
"I do," I promised, "I think broken things are more beautiful than words can describe. I know they are, the broken tell stories that the undamaged cannot begin to fathom."
I embraced her, and she hugged me back fiercely.
"I don't want to be broken anymore." She muttered into my chest.
"That's okay," I replied, "I'll hold you until you can start to rebuild, and I'll help you when you do. I promise."
AN: Another prompt. Ta-da!
Also, I think this is the biggest update I've ever done or will ever do. Eight at once- my legacy.
She still hasn't killed me, thank you fuzzyellie!
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Untitled "Short" Story Collection
Ficción GeneralPLEASE HELP ME FIND A GOOD NAME FOR THIS BOOK- COMMENT YOUR SUGGESTIONS OR POST ON MY WALL! THANK YOU! Original short stories: based off prompts, weird dreams and strange thoughts I have had, I hope you enjoy reading. No specific theme of stories. ...
