Built From Broken の小説・ストーリー

Nothing more. I would build a wall between us so high, so impenetrable, that neither of us could scale it. But as I stood there in the deepening dark, the silence of the room pressing in on me, I faced the bitter, undeniable truth. The wall was already in ruins. She had found its cracks, and I, in a moment of profound weakness, had been the one to tear it down completely. I had seen her for exactly who she was, and the most terrifying part was that I couldn't bring myself to tell her.

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr and was way to close for my liking. ​"It’s called resilience, Lucas. You should try it," I replied, sitting up and pulling my silk robe tighter around my chest. ​He didn't snap back. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the footboard. "I’ve spent the morning looking at a very interesting hole in my treasury. Ten million pounds, to be exact. It seems to have vanished right as it left your mother’s trust." ​I forced my expression to remain flat. "Computers fail, Lucas. Maybe you should have spent more on your IT team and less on the stupid retina scanners."

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Quiet jazz playing in the background. A space that felt peaceful. It was as if it was built with healing in mind. “This will be your space if you accept to lead this foundation.” Lucas said,pushing the door to reveal a smaller office. The walls were painted with a shade of nude. Sunlight filtered through the window. It has a chair,desk and a small frame hung on the wall with the inscription, “From Brokenness,we Build.” I turned to look at Lucas, letting the weight of the words I just read sink.”Do you think I can do this?”

She wrote about what the hiding had built that the open alone could not have produced. She wrote: the breaking and the healing are both in the record. Neither one erases the other. The building that you do from the break is only possible because of the specific understanding that the break gave you. You did not earn the break. The break was wrong. But what you make from it is yours, and it is real, and it could not exist without having been you specifically who survived it and chose to build.

Built from broken pieces, held together by choice, strengthened by commitment. And I couldn’t wait to see what we’d build next.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

--- “It’s not trying to take control.” --- The words hung in the air. --- Uncertain. --- Fragile. --- Because if that was true— --- Then everything had changed. --- Victor’s voice lowered. --- “That doesn’t mean it won’t.” --- And he wasn’t wrong. --- Because trust— --- Could not be rebuilt in a moment. --- Not after everything that had happened. --- Not after what they had almost lost. --- The light expanded slightly. --- Connecting two broken fragments of the system. --- Then three.