Crushed の小説・ストーリー

Then— CRASH. The plate slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet. Silence. They heard. They saw. *Fuck*

Equal. Unbreakable.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

The world I had been t rapped in didn't just crack. It shattered.

Then— CRACK!

We enter my room, and I want to throw this bitch out the window. "What the hell do you want?" "I think you know," she looks back at the door, and gently closes it. "I tried to mention you having a crush on him yesterday. He didn't seem entertained." She's fuming, "You need to try harder. What don't I have that he wants." Hmm, I have no idea. That's sarcasm, of course I know. I know he'd never like her, but being on the other side of blackmail, I have to comply with this ridiculous plan.

All I could see was red, dark shades of magenta. I kept smashing my fists against the steering wheel as I let out a scream I've been holding in. it's broken, heart-wrenching, sad. It's been buried inside for too long. Letting it out felt cathartic, therapeutic. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my voice grew hoarse and the anger dissipated. When I was done screaming, done using my car as a punching bag, I slumped against the seat, exhausted and tired. Who should I blame with this?

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

Then the crunching sound of something breaks the silence and that’s when I realized as I looked down that Kael had accidentally crushed a salt shaker in his hand. Oops!