Before I Fall Novels & Stories

The way he'd shown me something without requiring performance in return. "Tell me about the nightmares," I said. Not asking. Offering exchange. He was quiet long enough that I thought he'd refuse. Then: "Falling. Always falling. No ground, no impact, just the sensation of losing control. Of wanting to stop and not being able to." "Mine are silence," I said. "Then sirens. The hospital. The moment before I knew, when I still thought counting breaths meant keeping him." We didn't elaborate. Didn't need to. The exchange was complete—his falling, my silence, both of us counting things that didn't save anyone.

I had to live. For us. I took one step. Then another. Then collapsed to my knees. The cold ground scraped against my skin. My head lolled back and I stared up at the streetlight that flickered above me like a dying star. My lips moved before I could stop them. “Grayson…” It came out as a whisper, a ghost of a name I wasn’t supposed to hold onto anymore. Then the world tilted. And I fell. Darkness swallowed me whole. ******** ISLA – POV

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

I tumbled to the ground. ~Josh, I love you.~ His name was the last clear thing in my head before the darkness enveloped me.

They probably never raised a finger to do a single thing in their lives. I'm almost out of breath when I finally reach the room. I place my hand on the door knob but the door cracks open before I can even twist it. I'm about to walk in but I halt on hearing a masculine voice. I peer into the room and from the door, I have a good view of the bed. My heart drops at the sight in front of me. Renata is dressed only in a bra which just covers her nipples, together with a little bit of her boobs, and a G-string pant.

He continued to pull me further away from the hospital until we found a small park just close by. There was a blanket spread out over the grass under a huge tree with a bag on it. "Surprise," he said, "I know it's not much but I can't exactly take you anywhere far from the hospital considering your condition," he said sheepishly as we both sat down. "It's still perfect," I answered. "I really missed the Sun," I smiled. "Anything is seriously better than being stuck in that hospital room." Nick chuckled, "I thought you'd say something like that. Hence I made it even perfect by getting you this," he said and removed the whole Fallen boxset from the bag.

The ground tilts and the last thing I see before the world fades in my eyes, is that impossible storm of color watching me fall. Then nothing.

Because of her. Her phone buzzed again sometime after midnight. Ethan: Please. Talk to me. Her chest tightened. She typed three words. Deleted them. Typed again. Then she placed the phone face down. If she answered, she would break. And if she broke, she would choose herself. She couldn’t afford that. The next morning came without mercy. Maya showered mechanically, dressed carefully, applied makeup with steady hands. She chose neutral colors, simple lines of armor disguised as elegance.

‘Jump’ a deep male voice wisps around me ‘and themselves will give you wings’ Behind my eyelids a blinding light erupts. ‘Jump high,’ it demands ‘And the heavens will give you a halo’ ‘Trust in the fall and gifts will shower your eternal being’ it promises. A loud abound from the party flings me back to reality. I turn and slid down the railing in an attempt to calm my erratic breathing. My heart pounds through my chest. I’ve never leaned so far into the wind before. I almost fell over the edge. A fall from this height would certainly kill me. And the baby with me.