And Every Now And Then I Fall Apart Novels & Stories

“I’m the newest gossip headline at school, aren’t I? ‘Divorced parents fight over custody of emotionally unstable dancer.’” “Miley—” “No, it’s fine,” I snapped, then sighed, pressing my palms over my eyes. “I’m just tired, Jordan. I’m tired of everything feeling like it’s falling apart. The dance team, my family, my life—” He shifted closer, his hand hovering before finally resting gently on my knee. “Hey,” he said softly, “you’re allowed to break down sometimes. You don’t always have to be okay.” That broke something in me. The walls I’d built started to crumble, slow but unstoppable.

“I’m useless.” The glass that held my world together let out a crippling sound as it shattered.

and so so young. And in that moment… My heart shattered all over again.

Too focused on everything except recognizing power when it was standing right in front of me and now she was going to have him. ‎And there was nothing I could do about it except watch and wait for the moment when it all fell apart. ‎Because it always fell apart eventually. ‎ ‎ ‎

“Mama’s just tired.” But he knew. They all knew. I was falling apart. Piece by piece. And I didn’t know how to stop it.

Changed too much. I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. Then I open them again. “I’m ready,” I say. But even as I speak the words, I can’t shake the feeling that the ground beneath me is already starting to crack. And soon, everything will come crashing down.

But inside, I was falling apart. I thought back to all the men I had loved, all the men who had left me broken and alone. It seemed like no matter how much I gave, it was never enough. I was always being taken advantage of, always being left behind. And now, it is happening again. I tried to hold back my tears, but they were too strong. I started to cry, silently at first, but then the sobs started to wrack my body. I felt like I was coming apart, like I was falling to pieces. And all I could think was, "I'm done. I'm done with love. I'm never going to let myself be hurt like this again."

Finally, I spoke, barely above a whisper, "What if... what if I’m just too scared to try again? What if everything falls apart like it did before?" Sevi’s face softened, and he reached out, his hand brushing against mine. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me, but it wasn’t discomfort—it was a reminder of how much more this meant than I was willing to admit. "Then we fall apart, and we pick up the pieces. Together."

He then put on his guitar and started singing. "ITS YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU... IF I'M EVER GONNA FALL IN LOVE I KNOW IT'S GONNA BE YOU IT'S YOU... IT'S ALWAYS YOU MET A LOT OF PEOPLE BUT NOBODY FEELS LIKE YOU SO PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART DON'T TEAR ME APART I KNOW HOW IT STARTS TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE DON'T BREAK ME AGAIN I AM DELICATE PLEASE DON'T BREAK MY HEART TRUST ME I BEEN BROKEN BEFORE

They only let go to catch their breath. "Okay,I have to leave now my love but I don't want to." Beau said. "I know." "I will stay a little longer till you fall asleep." He started singing to her again and she was dozzing in no time. "Beau," she said as the song came to an end. "How come I was never good enough to fight for?" Unbeknownst to her, she had said the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard. It was also a splash of cold water into his face. She had finally broken him.