We could heal together?

When I touched Noah's hand, I felt something change. His grip was gentle but strong, like he was holding onto something that was falling apart. I wanted to pull away. I wanted to shut him out and go back to pretending everything was fine. But for the first time, I didn’t want to.

Noah looked at me with quiet eyes that made my heart race. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself, you know.”

I took a deep breath, feeling like I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t keep hiding.

“I don’t know how to stop,” I whispered. “I don’t know how to fix what’s broken in me. Everything I touch, everything I love… it all falls apart.”

I felt my voice crack, and before I knew it, the tears started falling.

I hadn’t cried in so long, but now, everything came out. All the pain. The regret. All the years of pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t.

Noah didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t try to tell me it would be fine. He just pulled me into his arms, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t push him away.

I cried, burying my face in his chest, and his arms were warm and steady, like he was holding me together. His hand stroked my hair, calming me down.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered through the sobs. “I didn’t mean to push everyone away. I didn’t mean to break everything. I’ve been so lost, so scared of everything falling apart that I kept shutting people out... even you. I didn’t know how to stop.”

Noah’s voice was calm and strong. “You don’t have to apologize for being lost. You don’t have to apologize for being human. We all have our broken parts, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fix them.”

I shook my head, tears soaking his shirt. “But I keep breaking things, Noah. I keep ruining everything, and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to stop being the problem.”

He gently lifted my chin, his eyes looking at me softly. “You’re not the problem. You’ve just been carrying too much on your own. You don’t have to fix everything by yourself. You don’t have to be perfect.”

“I don’t want to be perfect,” I whispered. “I just want to stop hurting everyone. I don’t want to be broken anymore.”

“You don’t have to be broken anymore,” Noah said softly, wiping my tears. “It’s okay to be broken. But it’s also okay to heal. And I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll help you through this.”

His words made me feel a little lighter. For the first time, the weight in my chest wasn’t so heavy. I still felt scared, but it wasn’t suffocating anymore.

“I’m scared, Noah,” I whispered. “I’m scared I’ll never be enough. That I’ll always push people away and mess everything up.”

Noah held my face gently so I could look into his eyes. “You are enough. You always have been. And no matter how many times you mess up, I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”

Something in me shifted. It wasn’t a huge change, but there was a little spark of hope. The weight on my chest wasn’t completely gone, but for the first time in so long, I could breathe peacefully again.

I wasn’t alone anymore.

Noah wasn’t asking me to be perfect. He wasn’t telling me I had to have everything together. He was simply telling me that I didn’t have to do it alone.

I wasn’t sure what the future held, but one thing was clear: I didn’t have to carry the burden of being broken alone anymore.

Noah was here. And maybe—just maybe—we could heal together.

                 (Author's Thoughts)

Umm...... this is supposed to be a broken character's thoughts....... why the hell am I writing a story out of this😃

Guys U don't mind if it turns into a story right? If not I will focus on the thoughts of our main character. Just tell me..... Do you want the future story of the character or past story or maybe both.......

Do you just want it to be the thoughts of the character about the situation

Btw the character is inspired by me 😃 not everything is same though

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