Falling Again But Not Into Your Arms Novels & Stories

Sarah It’s freezing. The cold air bites into my skin as I roll downward uncontrollably, my body bouncing off rocks and through pockets of ice. My mind is in shambles alongside my heart. I don’t try to stop falling. I don’t have the strength, even if I wanted to.

And then— He stepped back just like that. The sudden absence of his touch nearly made me stumble. “We’re not done,” he said, voice tight. “Again.” I glared at him. “You’re the one who dropped me!” “And you’re the one who keeps falling into my arms.” Heat flared in my chest. “If you want me to stop, maybe stop catching me!” His eyes flashed. “If you fall,” he said low, “I will always catch you.” The words punched the air from my lungs.

Afraid someone might see me. ‎ ‎I raised my hand and tried to flag down a taxi. ‎ ‎None stopped. ‎ ‎I opened my phone and ordered an Uber. ‎ ‎Request declined. ‎ ‎I tried again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎Again. ‎ ‎Declined. ‎ ‎The rain grew heavier. ‎ ‎Water splashed against the pavement and drifted beneath the shade, dampening my clothes little by little. ‎ ‎Still, I didn't move. ‎ ‎I just stood there.

I throw out my hands, and I swear I feel feathers brush against my finger. But it doesn’t matter, because I stumble back and fall into the dark water.

“I feel like I’ve failed them. I let this all happen.” No, she said firmly. You’re still breathing. That means you haven’t failed yet. I sank to the ground and covered my face with my hands. “Why does everything feel like it’s falling apart?”

"Try to stay upright long enough to fall onto another couch." "I'll try not to push you on your way down."

Irene sighed as she replaced her lipstick on the table, then grabbed her bag and stepped outside. When she was about to open the door, Irene collided with Noah, who had returned to his apartment unit to retrieve his cell phone, which had been left on the couch. They were both shocked until Irene fell. Noah, on the other hand, quickly snatched Irene's body into his arms. "You should be careful," said Noah. Irene stared at Noah before standing up straight to get away from Noah's arms. "You should be the one who is careful." Irene protested later, "I almost fell because of you."

Like freedom. I look down. The drop is farther than I thought. Much farther. Do not look down. Just move. I swing one leg over the sill. Then the other. My fingers grip the stone frame. My feet search for a ledge. There is none. I hang there for a moment. Arms burning. Heart racing. Then I let go. I fall. Not far. Just a few feet. My feet hit a narrow ledge beneath the window. I did not see it before. Hidden in the shadows.

Hazel was startled and instinctively tried to grab onto something to maintain her balance. In fact, she did manage to grab onto something – the person next to her. She didn't fall down in the end. "Sorry," she said, letting go of the person. "It's okay." Just as she regained her balance, someone suddenly pushed her from behind, causing her to fall towards the champagne tower again. This time, the force was even stronger and she didn't even have time to react. She couldn't help but let out a small cry of fear.

I froze, and with that tension in my body I felt my arms start to give out and my hands slip. “Okay, okay!” Clare was saying below me. “Just a few more inches down, and then tuck your knees and fall. I will catch you!” “Got it…” But when I told myself to fall, I couldn’t. “Luna Elena, it’s alright, just let yourself fall,” Clare said again. “I can’t…” I felt the energy draining from my face, shock setting in. Another crack from the burning room shook me and I let out a raspy scream.