Michelle Renee Kidwell
2 min readFeb 26, 2022


Broken and Beautiful (Short Story)

Thanks to Zachary Kyra-Derksen @zachaery for making this photo available freely on Unsplash 🎁 https://unsplash.com/photos/0bDd5rZlZmk

“Eileena.” The familiar voice, I never wanted to hear again. The voice that broke my heart, for the second time in a day.

I wheeled myself around, biting back tears, it had been months since I had watched him walk away, lying in a hospital bed, the day after an accident had changed my life in more ways than I could begin to imagine.

“Tyler.” I said, my voice empty of the passion I had once felt, a passion that still seemed to linger at times, but I was not about to open myself up to that kind of pain.

“It’s good to see you Eileena.”

“I’m not going to do this Tyler, pretend everything is okay, when it’s not, it’s far from okay. You decide the day that I was told that my injury was permanent that I would never walk again, was the day to tell me that you had been seeing someone else, and had been for months.”

“Bad timing.”

“You can put it that way, or maybe you could call it as it is, you were being a jerk.” I said, turning away from him and my past, but his next sentences stopped me in my tracks.

“I came to give you, a second chance, we could be together again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are the one thar blew it, I don’t need a second chance you do, but I can see you haven’t changed.”

“No one’s going to want you Eileena, your damaged.”

“Maybe, but mines only physical, honestly you’re just a jerk.” I said. “And that’s so much worse.”

“No one will love you, you’re broken.”

“I maybe broken, but don’t you know that there’s beauty in brokenness.”

(C) Michelle R Kidwell




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