Falling Apart Book Novels & Stories

Neither of them moved. They didn’t need to. The room had already fallen apart around them. --- Noah’s collapse wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t roar through the halls or crash like thunder. It didn’t demand attention with sobs or cries. It was quiet. Too quiet. A soft, eerie unraveling that crept in like fog under a door, like a ghost slipping through cracks in the walls. He barely made it to his bedroom, each step a battle, every limb weighed down by the gravity of things left unsaid. His hand brushed the doorknob with a kind of resignation, and when the door clicked shut behind him, it sounded more like surrender than privacy.

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I pleaded in a shaky voice, my knees suddenly felt weak, so I sat down, not minding that people were passing by and watching me. "Your mom collapsed and when the doctors examined her, they said she was getting worse and she had just a few weeks-" I didn't listen to the rest of what he had to say. I ran down the staircase as my chest tightened. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I kept pushing through the wind, running as fast as my little legs could carry me. Tears kept falling from my eyes but I didn't bother to clean them.

And yet, he did. I didn’t need to ask. I just walked away—slowly—making sure he was watching. Later that night, curled up in bed, my muscles aching in a strangely satisfying way, I stared at the ceiling. Everything was changing. Falling into place… or falling apart. I wasn’t sure which yet. There was a knock on my door. I sat up. “Yes?” The door creaked open, and Jillian walked in holding a small black folder. “What’s that?” I asked, patting the space beside me.

Tears escaped my eyes as thoughts of us flooded my head and the the thought of us ever being officially TOGETHER vanished. I'm an emotional wreck. I don't give two fucks about anyone or anything and I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe I'm more miserable here than I was there. Who cares? Not me. I seriously don't care about anything anymore. I don't want anything to do with anyone. But the worst part is, I go back to school for the first time since I left tomorrow. Great. Ella's P.O.V Jack looked so sad and venerable yet so god damn fuckable. And since he's going on a fucking spree minds well get him while I can.

"Lila, no, it's not that. I'm just... "It feels like everything's falling apart," I cut him off. "You rejected me, and now you won't even eat the food I make. It's like... it's like you're rejecting me all over again." "I'm not trying to," he said as he pulled me into his arms. "Lila, I swear, it's not like that." But I was already crumbling, breaking apart in his arms. I pressed my face into his chest, my shoulders shaking as the sobs took over. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything was slipping away, and I didn't know how to stop it.

"You bitch! What the hell did you send him? You've already divorced him, and you still can't leave him alone? Please, I beg you. Leave him alone. Let him be with me. Please, I'm begging you." Zachary wasn't some object to be casually picked up. Back then, it was Tiffany and Zachary who were a perfect match. But now, seeing how things had fallen apart, I felt no sympathy for them. I frowned, and my voice was laced with sarcasm, "Aren't you pregnant with his child? What, now he won't even take care of you? How pathetic. Tiffany must've realized something because she came at me, shrieking, trying to grab my hair.

This family is falling apart. Emily slipping away piece by piece. Charlotte breaking under trauma she hides from everyone else. Louis collapsing under grief and stress. Lucy alone behind walls. Madelin fragile on the farm. Barrett strained by responsibility. Charles drowning in guilt behind closed doors. And Maya, now actively working to destroy something sacred. Something in me cracks, a thin fracture along the interior of my ribcage. I press my forehead against the glass, closing my eyes. Why does it always come to this? Why can I not hold anything steady? Why do I fail the people who rely on me?

They were memories of him saying he loved me, him promising to take care of me forever after my parents passed away, us dreaming about our future together… But now, the only emotion in his eyes was his hatred for me. I lost. I was the first to look away. After seeing that I wasn't speaking at all, Andrew yanked me over with a forceful jerk. As I stumbled over the hem of my gown, I fell onto a heap of cake and frosting. Beneath it was a layer of shattered porcelain. My palms and calves were all stinging with pain. Startled, Andrew reached down to pull me up, but the moment Celine yelped in pain, he paid no further attention to me. Frowning, he picked Celine up instead and walked off without e

The walls of my carefully arranged world crumbled around me as that realisation slammed into me. Everything was falling apart. Every. Single. Thing.