Before I Fall Novels & Stories

He asks with his handsome smile. I nod. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling.

I struggled to keep my eyes open but I failed. I slipped from the couch and waited for the impact with the floor but it never came. I fell into strong arms. "Easy" the voice says just before I passed out.

but all this was still my fault I fell back to the bed, and felt my inner demons trying to take over me To be honest, after I started to attend the therapy and all, the demons...the voices had reduced, but there were still there, I knew they were, and times like this, where the perfect opportunity for them to strike again, and tell me that those bastard words were true, and I should just die already, but I didn't wanted to listen to them, at least not until I speak to Lucas, so I covered my ears, and tried to distract myself with some other shit like playing videos games, or something, but no matter how I tried, all I kept on hearing like a mantra was that I was a disappointment, and a curse

Jason nodded in understanding and waited a few seconds before speaking up. "I know this is scary, Maya, but I promise you we'll work through this together, okay? You won't mess anything up," he reassured her. Maya remained silent as she lay in Jason's arms. "I love you so much, Maya. Don't ever forget that," he whispered. As he looked down, he realized Maya had fallen asleep. Jason played with Maya's hair until he grew tired and eventually fell asleep.

I can’t rehabilitate evil. I lash out again, this time wanting to claw Kian’s eyes from his head. Instead, I sway unsteadily from the sudden motion, and black edges creep in around my vision. I reach blindly for something to catch me, but I’m falling. Falling. Falling. And I know nothing more.

I asked, my eyes darting around the dimly lit space, suddenly aware of how isolated we were. “Oh, I wanted to show you how far I’m willing to go,” she said, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “To get my son back. To reclaim my life.” Suddenly, the ground beneath me shifted. A section of the old wooden floor gave way with a sickening crack, and I felt myself plummeting into darkness. A scream tore from my throat as I fell, the rough edges of splintered wood scraping against my skin. The fall seemed endless, and then I hit something hard, the impact knocking the air from my lungs. A searing pain shot through my leg, and I lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, disoriented and terri

I instinctively touched the spot on my chest where I had been stabbed in my last life. For some reason, I felt a strange sense of relief. - Our company had selected the recently popular male model, Barclay, as the spokesperson for our new product campaign. He was coming in that afternoon to sign the contract. Rumor had it that he had become famous overnight after a major international runway show and gained a massive fanbase. Before I could look through his profile, my boss called me into the conference room. I did not expect the great Barclay to actually be someone I already knew.

Hadn't felt it go there. I reached toward her. Action preceding authorization. She stepped back, and the pivot I made washed my vision in a sheet of white so total it erased the room, and the floor chose for my legs before they agreed to it, and I heard her say my name before I understood that I was falling. "Edward—"

Toward it. Toward him. Toward the game he thinks he’s already winning. Let him believe that. For now because the best part about falling? Is the moment right before it happens and he hasn’t even realized he’s already stepping off the edge. I won't be defeated.

Just that raw, primal freeze when something realizes it’s met its end, before the brain even catches up. “No,” was all she could get out. Zeviar said my name. Orion was already a blur, closing the distance, reaching for me. The ground under me tilted like crazy. The whole morning just folded in on itself. And then I was falling into darkness, before either of them could grab me.