Title: Broken

Synopsis: Can broken love be solved like a simple puzzle piece, or will the cracks still emerge over time? Hannah Carter's best friend is getting married. As she helps her to prepare the wedding, she meets someone, and has to confront her dark past, no matter how or what she feels about it.

Author's Note: Every chapter will start with a post from Hannah's diary and then will transition into a third-person perspective in the second half.

Date: 20th October 2012

Dear Diary.

When I was young, I used to think that it was pretty cool to have a photographic memory. To be able to capture moments like you were your own tape recorder, and have the ability to store them away at the back of your mind forever and ever, assured that the beautiful memories will never be forgotten.

But when you were young, people never told you how horrible memories could be too. While there were frames worth saving, some pictures were better off being deleted from your space. Everybody could only wish they could have their 16GB worth of space filled with nothing but beautiful moments.

When you were young, you lived in your own fantasy world, where you thought nothing could go wrong. We all started out just as pure and just as naïve. When the word "hurt", wasn't quite in your dictionary.

So, what went wrong?

I mean, if we all started off pure right at the beginning, who was the one with the twisted mind?

Who was the one who dictated how reality should be like? Who was that one black sheep who made everyone else think that, hey, maybe life isn't a bed of roses after all?

Things like these make you wonder what happened along the way. What really changed our perception of life as a society.

Some would say that at 24 years-old, I'm still living in my own little bubble of fantasy.

But I think I'm just filled with a healthy dose of optimism. After all, it might just be what this world really needs.

Sipping a cup of coffee on a cold, winter Saturday was what I really needed after a long, hectic week. Being an events planner was never an easy job, but it's something I enjoy doing. While the pay may not be as grand as some of my cousins who were lawyers, or doctors, I think it's safe to assume that I'm the only one of the few who loves my job. And that says something.

"So, how did it go?" I looked up to find my best friend, Leona, taking a seat opposite me. I smiled.

I forgot when and where we exactly met, but I got to know her better after we decided to attend French lessons together in university (We both attended Yale; I was a History major while she was working towards a degree in English Literature).

She was a self-proclaimed Francophile, and it was hard not to see why – she had volumes of French poetry categorized alphabetically at the corner of her room. She would proudly show it off every single time, conveniently forgetting she had already showed it to me before. When she came to school with a wide smile on her face, you knew that she had just added a new book to her collection, because she would incessantly talk about it during the course of the day. Leona was an oddball, and that's why I loved her.

"With me as the organizer, you can be sure it came out alright," I grinned, taking another sip of my latte as we talked. Leona ran her long fingers through her wavy, mahogany-coloured hair. I raised an eyebrow. The 'hand gesture' as I call it, was a habit of hers. It was something she would do if she was anxious or excited about something. Awkward silence ensued as I waited for her to say something.

After a couple of minutes, I just rolled my eyes, "Just say it already!"

"Was it that obvious?" Leona's eyes twinkled as she giggled. I nodded.



She let out a deep breath.

"Victor and I are getting married!" She squealed.

My jaw dropped.

"Victor? As in, unreliable, heartbreaker Victor?"

Everybody knows how much I detest Victor. It was not always like that though. At first, I actually thought he was a decent guy, with wavy hazel-coloured hair and nicely defined eyebrows. His emerald green eyes were gorgeous, and there was no question that his greatest asset was his sexy little smile. He had a wicked sense of humour, and you could hear his infectious laughter down any hallway. I could understand why any girl would fall in love with him – in fact, I think I had a little crush on him for a while in my freshman year. He was 'so damn fine', as our friend Carrie would say. Well, at least until I found out about how he was cheating on Leona.

"It wasn't that bad," Leona lowered her eyes to the table, already half-expecting some sort of lashing from me. I never liked to raise my voice at anyone but I couldn't just sit here and watch my best friend get married to some douchebag, knowing he'll break her heart again. Leona was an oddball, and she was a very gullible one at that.

"Leona, you know I don't like to bring up the past, but don't tell me I was the only one who remembered the pain?" I sighed, before I continued, "How you cried every single night because of that, how you told me you'll never be in a relationship ever again, how you needed to see a bloody psychologist because you were too depressed to do anything?"

"You were practically locking yourself up in your room, not eating or drinking anything, and you shut yourself out from the world – from me. Remember that?"

I knew whatever I said wouldn't hold much weight with decisive Leona, but I spoke my mind anyway.

"I just don't want you to get hurt again. He isn't worth it."

I think it had to be something to do with the way I said it, because Leona was staring blankly at the floor. It was like my words had reminded her of the dark past that she had conveniently locked up in the corners of her mind, the dark past that she wanted so desperately to forget. Then, almost in an instant, her head snapped back into position, and her fiery hazel eyes penetrated through my gaze. I had never seen her so uptight.

"Look, I know you mean well, but I've made a decision and I'm sticking to it," She got up to leave, "I love Victor. And I know he'll treat me well for the rest of my life. I just hope you'll give us your blessings."

With that, she turned to leave the restaurant. It was probably just the sunlight, but as she walked away, I thought I saw her eyes glistening from the tears which filled them. I don't think I'd ever felt so helpless in my entire life before.

I frowned. What did I do wrong? All I ever thought I was doing was preventing my best friend from getting hurt. How did it end up like this?

What did that foolish girl know about love anyway?

I sighed, letting my eyes drop down to the empty seat across the table.

What a way to ruin a perfectly fine day, Hannah.

To be continued.