Yesss, Marvel ❤️🔥 I love that title — "Built by Broken Pieces."
It already sounds deep and powerful.
So we're continuing from Chapter One, right?
Ethan Parker's heartbreak — the night Chloe left him in the rain — has already set the emotional start.
Now in Chapter Two, we'll show:
His pain slowly turning into determination,
How he begins to change his life,
Maybe a small turning point moment (like meeting someone or realizing his worth).
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The sun rose slowly over the quiet city, brushing the rooftops with a faint golden light.
Ethan hadn't slept a minute. His eyes were red, not from tears, but from the endless thoughts that refused to leave him alone.
He kept replaying last night — Chloe's words, her cold eyes, the sound of that car door closing.
Every part of it still echoed in his mind like a song he never wanted to hear again.
He looked around his small room.
The paint was peeling, his bed was old, and the air felt heavy with loneliness.
For a long time, he had lived in that tiny space, believing love was enough to make everything feel lighter. But now, it only reminded him of how fragile hope could be.
He stood up slowly, his body aching from exhaustion.
On the table lay an old photo of him and Chloe — smiling, carefree, foolish.
He picked it up, stared at it for a long time, then whispered,
"I'm done chasing people who walk away."
He tore the photo in half.
It hurt — not just his heart, but something deeper, like breaking a chain he had worn for too long.
Ethan stepped outside, the morning air sharp and cold.
The city was already awake — people rushing to work, cars honking, children laughing somewhere far away. The world moved on, even when your heart didn't.
He walked aimlessly for hours, his thoughts loud and wild.
Then he saw it — a notice board near the bus stop.
A small paper was pinned there, fluttering in the wind:
"Part-time assistant needed. No experience required."
It was for a security training center — one of those places where young men learned martial arts, discipline, and protection skills.
Ethan hesitated, reading it again.
He had never fought in his life, never even thought of such things.
But something inside him — a quiet voice he hadn't heard in years — whispered, "Try."
He didn't know why, but he listened.
When he arrived at the training center, he almost turned back. The place looked intimidating — strong men practicing, shouting, punching sandbags. But an older man at the gate noticed him.
"You here for the job?" the man asked.
Ethan nodded nervously.
"You don't look like much," the man said with a small smile. "But sometimes, the ones who've been through the worst have the strongest hearts."
Those words sank deep.
That day, Ethan got his first job — sweeping floors, carrying training equipment, cleaning the mats.
It wasn't glamorous, but for the first time, he didn't feel useless.
He felt like he was building something.
Every evening, after everyone left, he watched the fighters practice.
Their movements were sharp, controlled — full of strength he wanted to understand.
One night, the old man found him watching quietly.
"You want to learn?"
Ethan hesitated, then nodded.
"Then stay after hours. But remember," the man said, "strength starts here."
He tapped Ethan's chest. "Not here." He pointed to his fists.
Ethan smiled — a small, broken smile.
For the first time since Chloe left, he felt alive again.
And that night, when the city slept, Ethan Parker threw his first punch.
It wasn't perfect.
But it was the beginning of the man he was meant to become.