Everything Fell Apart Novels & Stories

At least then I could make some money. My stomach sunk lower when I saw the entire meal was destroyed. During his angry spell, Rick threw the food on the floor. The chicken was covered in dirt. As if he took his precious time stepping on each piece. The rice was scattered around. I sighed. It was the only thing I could do. Refusing to shed one more tear tonight. Gathering my strength, I reached for the broom and commenced cleaning the mess. By the time it was midnight I was back in my room with a growling tummy. I lay there revisiting the idea of breaking a few laws to put some money in my pockets. It was on nights like this that I felt the need for cash more than any.

Devlin roared in a sudden fury, smashed with rage, the jug which was on the table fell down, breaking into tiny pieces! Sarah winced. Her eyes bigger than normal, her hand flew at the base of her throbbing throat. Never once had she saw Devlin lost his complete control. With trembling hands, Devlin covered his face as he snorted. It was not surprising that after all these years, the memory of this tragedy still had the power to torment him. He was devastated, drunk in a feeling of misery. Sarah was in the same state, drowned in misery. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her heart bleeped with sympathy.

For someone to tell me that everything is going to be okay. “I tried you know,” I say but he keeps his back to me. “I tried to save him but I couldn’t. I yelled his name so many times my throat burned. I would’ve gone through that fire to find him but-” I was too weak, vulnerable. I couldn’t fight my body that was in shreds. I wipe my face forcefully, “You told me I barely had a month-” I sniff loudly, “What happened? The drug was supposed to knock me out after it wore off, but here I am.”

" Watching Jett walk away, I did not know whether to laugh or be mad. He helped mess up my life, but he's the only one feeling bad about the love I threw away. After Jett bounced, Caden's expression got darker and darker. The worker, who had been waiting forever, was getting antsy. "Come on, I've got places to be." Caden wobbled after the guy, his phone blowing up in his pocket, but he was not about to pick up.

The mate bond pulled at me with every step. Begging me to stop. To turn around. I didn't. I couldn't. Not tonight. Tonight, I had nothing left to give. Hours passed. I ended up in a quiet park several blocks away. The city noise faded into the background. I sat on a bench beneath a flickering streetlamp, pulling my knees to my chest. For the first time in years, I let myself fall apart. The tears came hard and fast. Everything I'd been holding together finally shattered.

"Not getting married. My ex is out of the picture." The room went dead silent. My parents scrambled to smooth things over, waving their hands and trying to explain. My heart skipped a beat. It was true. The Jason who once truly cared about me was already gone for a long time. After dinner, my parents took me out for a walk. Halfway through, my chest suddenly tightened, and I couldn't catch my breath. I made up an excuse about a stomachache and hurried home. As soon as I made it to the bathroom, I threw up violently. I gave it a look, only to find streaks of blood mixed in.

And then I put my face in my hands and I fall apart. Not prettily. Not quietly. The ugly kind ... the kind that has been building for three weeks of headlines and cancelled contracts and Tristan's smiling eyes on national television and my mother's empty chair and four million dollars and death threats and a ruined dress and mismatched eyes in a hotel room and all of it, every single piece of it, coming apart at once. He puts his hand on my back. He doesn't speak. He just sits there while I completely unravel and when I finally come up for air, face a mess, dignity entirely destroyed, he hands me a mug without comment and I take it with both hands and breathe.

“You’ve drained every last drop of emotion I had for you. Now, all I feel is exhaustion. Not even hatred. Just indifference. “Ask yourself, Darion, how many filthy things have you done behind my back? You used my love to belittle me, to suppress me, and finally, to break me. “This has nothing to do with Fran. Every day I spent with you was a joyless torment, a living hell. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. “This is the end of us. If you have even a shred of guilt left, sign the divorce papers now. Don’t make me hate you.” As I spoke, he ran both hands through his hair, then slowly slid down the wall in a crumpled heap. The container in his hand fell and burst open on the floor, spilling soup

The rain fell harder, washing over me, but it couldn’t clean away the heartbreak. I stayed on the ground long after his taillights disappeared, letting the rain soak me through. It didn’t matter… my tears had already drowned me from the inside. I couldn’t believe how quickly everything had fallen apart. One moment, I thought I had him, I thought I mattered to him… and the next, he was gone, smiling with another girl, as I had never mattered at all.

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.