Novel & Cerita Falling Again But Not Into Your Arms

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew. --- I was falling. Not slipping. Not stumbling. Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me. The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.

There's barely any muscle in my arms but I inhale and put my every piece of energy into pulling. I barely lift my toes off. No...I can't fail here. With every second that passed, my friends came closer to getting hurt. "Come on!" I hiss and try again. My bones are trembling but I don't stop, pulling harder until I can see the forest spanning into the distance. I cry aloud and push on the window ledge but woefully slip back down to the ground. I land roughly. The tears start to fall now. It comes out slow, dramatically pooling at the edges of my eyes.

I can't pass out now, not at least on him. It's done, I fell and I don't know what is going to happen to me. ***********************

I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach for the drop I could feel cascading down my cheek, but it wasn’t accessible. My fingers began to slip, the cold, damp surface offering little grip as panic surged through me. In an instant, I lost my footing completely, leaving only my desperate fingers to cling to the edge—my only barrier between life and the churning abyss below. “Cassie, I can’t! I’m falling!” I called out, my voice trembling.

I kept jogging, trying to match it. Then suddenly, the speed increased sharply. I missed my footings and I stumbled backward with speed. I closed my eyes, already resigned to my fate as I waited for the impact of my fall. A broken back or A fractured arm, Worse my neck Or my head hitting the floor. But instead, I fell into something Solid and Warm. Strong arms. A beating heart. Not again, I cursed.

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

Push me, then beg. But this time, I wasn’t falling for it.

It seemed that the man below her had realized she was no longer comfortable because he began to twist and turn,, showing signs of waking up. Anaya remained still, trying as much as she could to relax so as not to wake him up and when his breathing returned back to normal, she let out a Shakey breath she wasn't aware she was holding. When she was sure he was comfortable, she ran her fingertips over his underarms again, just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating and she felt the same thing again. There was a scar on his underarms, it ran all the way to his elbow and Anaya was so sure that it wasn't a coincidence. She recalled that sometime in her younger years when she was ten, Marcelo had agree

Her legs trembled as she stood. For a second, the world tilted. Then she fell. Her knees hit the ground again. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. But she clenched her teeth and pushed herself back up. Again. And again. She fell. She stood. She fell. She stood. Each attempt weaker than the last, but she refused to stop. “I can’t… stay…” she breathed, her voice shaking. Her vision blurred, but she forced herself forward, step by step, dragging her broken body toward the door.

"Then don't move on from me. Just fall and relish every fall. And maybe, just like you, I'll fall, too. I'll fall with you."