Before I Fall Mga Nobela at Kwento

*loading* "Ella your highness. no I am sorry I did not mean you are a royalty but maybe oh shut up Ella. For fudge sake!" Confirmed my brain is getting haywire and overloaded.. For the 3rd time I hear someone gasp. "For fudge sake!" I look at the men and staff behind him "Are you having an asthma or panic attack or something? Because there is a clinic on the 5th floor you can have a check up or nebulize or something" I saw the side of the eyes of the Fallen angel crinkled in amusement I hope. He is so close. I might hyperventilate in this close proximity. Just one more step our noses might touch.

My soul was torn from my body due to immense sorrow. I hovered, invisible, above the heads of the people who had the misfortune to discover my corpse. One of my colleagues and closest friends, Zoe Sullivan, was at that moment bent over my stiff body, weeping like there was no tomorrow. I could not help but sigh. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I'm not worth your tears." I glanced at my body, wincing at my own swollen, bruised face. Goodness, I'm ugly even in death!

I reached out wildly, trying to grab onto anything to stop my fall, and my hands found the front of Susanna’s hospital gown. The thin fabric tore under the strain, but it was too late. The momentum of my fall pulled her down with me. Time seemed to slow down as gravity took hold. I instinctively twisted my body, curling inward to shield my stomach from the impact of my fall. Pain exploded across my back as I collided with the railing before tumbling further down the stairs. Each collision sent shock waves through my already battered body. Finally, I landed awkwardly on the landing, my breath knocked out of me in one painful gasp.

It dares me to sit. I step past it. The dream shakes. The walls crack. I keep walking. It throws things in my path—voices, screams, broken glass, fire, mirrors that show me twisted. Alone. Ruined. But I don’t stop. I whisper their names like a prayer. “Noor. Marcy. Elise. Caroline. Lena. Isobelle. Talia.” And finally, softly— “Asher.” Light flickers. The world rips. And I fall. ***

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

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.

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.

"You're here, aren't you? What's going to happen to me?" Leo stepped closer to him, cornering Archer against the table. As he lowered his eyes, meeting Archer's gentle, smiling gaze, Leo felt the burning feeling in his chest intensify. However, he refused to lose to Archer. So, he took the wine glass and finished everything, spiked wine and all, with Archer's eyes on him. "Something terrible's about to happen," Leo said. "Aren't you going to run, Archie?" Archer shoved Leo aside. Leo immediately froze in place, not daring to turn around and watch Archer leave. The drug was starting to take effect on his body, but Leo's blood had already run cold.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

The day before? I’d been running on coffee and adrenaline for days. Barely sleeping. Barely eating. Just existing in a fog of grief and confusion. I took a step toward the door and my legs gave out. I hit the floor hard, the impact jarring through my body. “Maya,” I tried to call out, but my voice was barely a whisper. The darkness at the edges of my vision was spreading. Swallowing everything. I could hear my heartbeat, too fast, irregular.