Falling In Love As She's Walking Away Novels & Stories

I stood there in silence, long enough for the snow to blanket the ground, long enough for a decade of passion and resentment to vanish like snowflakes in the wind. At last, when he seemed to feel my presence and our gazes locked, I walked away. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in his eyes, and he took a step to follow, but was quickly swallowed by a tide of jumbled memories. He grasped at a snow rabbit that happened by, asking, "Have you seen my Fiona?" I slipped away into the night, leaving the North to its Fiona-less fate, under a sky painted with crimson auroras.

he further added Before she could turn around, take a look at him and express her opinions, she heard the door being slammed. He was gone. But she, she was happy now, not jittery, something in her was given solace, he wouldn't expect anything, there wouldn't be any love involved, no emotions, no expression and no giving space to anyone else in your life. She was satisfied. Knowing that it was someone else's bed and not hers, she took to the sofa, finally getting rid of the heavy jewellery that she wore.

Still, he defaulted to the same old tricks by lowering his voice, trying to coax me, "Come on, don't be mad. I'll buy you that latest bag you were eyeing last time when I get back." Then he strode over, scooped Tiffany up, and carried her through the crowd. Maybe he thought I was just throwing a tantrum throughout the whole conversation. But I never throw tantrums. When someone crossed my line, I never hesitated to walk away. Tiffany curled into his chest, trembling. But just before they disappeared through the door, she turned her head and shot me a triumphant look. I caught the movement of her lips as she mouthed the words: "Your husband sure knows how to take care of a woman. And he's goo

“Angela…I love you. I love you so much…” I stepped forward, arms open, wanting her to be the sister I’d always trusted. But she recoiled, her face twisting with irritation as she pushed me back, hard. Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode away, her footsteps echoing down the hall. She didn’t look back, not once. I stood there, shattered, my heart breaking as I watched her disappear, my love and loyalty trampled underfoot.

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai

I am falling for her I had already fallen for three years back I am in love I am in love. She is the chosen one for me. She is mine. I love her." “Finally!” Rosie clapped her hands happy for Edwin as if she was watching the entire story on the screen

Is the man she loves worthy of her? I hear Samantha’s heels click-clack as she walks away. I block the sound as I try to reach out to Melody. I try with all my might to get her to say one word to me. I smile to let her know that I mean no harm. As soon as she sees my smile she gets up from her chair and she walks away. I try harder to keep her there for a few more minutes but she doesn’t stay, instead she walks away even faster.

She walked away leaving me in a frustrating state. “Damn it!!!!!” I will not marry her, I don’t even love Camila. The only woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with is Luna and if I can’t get her, then I quit, I won’t see anyone,I might better just give up on life in full.

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

"Blood. She is bleeding everywhere." Agony ripped through my core, my face paling to ash. Cheryl froze, then smirked, her cruelty reignited. Dropping the iron, she stomped hard on my belly before anyone could react. Blood gushed, and I blacked out without a scream.