Falling Again But Not Into Your Arms Novels & Stories

It felt… heavy. Like the ground was watching me. I didn’t know how else to explain it. I tried to ignore it. “Hello?” I called out. “Is anyone here?” Nothing. I kept walking toward the big stone steps. I wasn’t even running, but— My foot slipped. “Oh—!” I reached for the railing, but there wasn’t one. My bag flew out of my hand. I was falling. Then suddenly—I wasn’t. Two strong arms caught me. My eyes flew open.

"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."

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

The angel reached out again. “Do not fall in fear of who you truly are,” she urged, and I stepped back again. But I ran out of ground and I felt myself falling backwards into the crater. I grabbed at a rock and managed to hold on enough to stop my fall. The angel leaned down and held out her hand. “Please Harper, let me help you, help us,” I shook my head again as my fingers began to lose grip. The rock slipped from my fingers and I screamed as I began to fall.

Adam I stood transfixed to the ground like I was electrocuted. I'm really shocked by that expectation. I was shocked that I had to stare at the girl in complete shock. I could feel a different sparkle of shock run down my spine. I'm still in a great dilemma, I find it hard to believe that she just fell down for the sky. I couldn't fathom how she fell down from the sky. I stood still, staring at her with complete shock. This is really more than my imagination. I couldn't believe this. I stood with my legs, wobbling in fear.

Anastasia “We’re falling? We’re actually falling?” My voice was several octaves higher than usual, laced with panic that had me clutching the armrests of the seat for dear life. I could barely hear my own ragged pants through the screaming in my head. “Oh Goddess, we’re falling! We’re going to die. This is it. This is how I go.”

I said putting my palms over my face and I stood up and paced the room anxiously again. "Hey, I think you are being too hard on your self, you've loved this guy for like what?, forever, it's normal you felt like that, infact I'll be scared if you didn't" she said looking at me. " I can't want him Summer, I can't, he destroyed my life, he used me and left and he's married, I just can't do that, not after everything, I feel betrayed, I feel angry, I want to express that but there's a part of me making excuses for him and I feel weak, I don't like that feeling, I want to..." I stopped talking when I caught a glimpse of a mark on Summer's arm, she had tried concealing it but not fully as I could

“Goodbye.” With one last kick, the ground is no longer underneath my feet. I’m falling. ... Is this the end for me? Will I be turned to nothing but stardust in a matter of seconds? Defeated by a rogue, how pathetic. I cannot let this happen. I shift in mid-air and grab onto a rock. My head still feels light, and I’m losing a lot of blood, but I’m still alive, so I won’t give up. As I try to climb back up, the rock rumbles, before falling, taking me down with it.

"We need to put meat back on those bones after the surgery." I sighed as I wrapped my hands around him. "If I make it," I murmured. "What did you say?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied. We stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms and it felt good to be in the arms of someone you loved and even though he didn't say it back to me, I still love him and I don't know how or why, but I fell for him and I fell hard. "Do you want to eat something?" he asked quietly, "because I am hungry."

“That was what kept me from drifting off into the darkness. My hand tightens against my stomach. “You think I don’t feel this?” he continues. “I do. I just don’t fall apart while I’m feeling it.” Tears spill over now, uncontrollable. “I’m already falling apart,” I whisper. He steps into my space this time. “I’ve got you,” he says. But I shake my head against it. “No,” I whisper, pressing my hands lightly against his chest. “You don’t get it. If something happens to you again—”