Falling Out Of Love With Someone Novels & Stories

I bite my lips harder cause all I ever wished for was never coming true. "How do you fall out of love with someone?" I said out loud without thinking twice, but it was already too late. He heard it all, and it made me swear to myself. "What's with the questions now?" I heard his deep voice, as I listened to his heart beat. It was beating fast, just like mine. "You can't fall out of love with someone, once you love, you love hard. That's what love is...mad, possessive. It's a poison, a disease" He said with so much passion in his voice, that it made my head go back to Camille...

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

"Except for that one a long time ago." "Oh. Yeah. I went out with him again." My heart sinks while she keeps talking. "He's a nice guy and all, but going out with him made me realize something." She waits for me to respond, but I don't want to. I'm afraid of what she'll say next. She finally gives up and continues. "I realized that it's harder to fall out of love with you than I thought." My head snaps up so fast, I almost give myself whiplash. "What?"

But most of all, I was utterly pissed. I ran towards him and was about to force the reason to why this is happening to us, to what I have done for him to cut our ties, when he shrugged at me and said, "As cliché as it sounds, it's not you. It's me." He then smiled sadly, "I fell out of love, I'm sorry."

Not that it will make a difference, but I just have to know. He chews his lips as if he's thinking about how to respond to me, then blurts out, "You simply didn't want to accept that we both fell out of love with each other a while ago. You stopped enjoying my kisses, retreated from me, and withdrew from our relationship. Honestly, I never like the way he kissed me or how he had sex. Alternatively, fuck. Anything at all.

"Speaking of things that are up. I heard from Lisa that you are rethinking being together with her. Is that even possible? Can you rethink a bond that was created by the moon goddess?" He shook his head and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, intertwined his fingers, and rested his chin on top of them. He appeared to be in deep thought. "I don't know what to say or how I can describe the way I've been feeling as of late, but I think I fell out of love with her. I don't know how, why or when it happened. I just did. Plus, with some of the things she's been doing lately, I don't want that type of person as my Luna."

Maybe, just maybe, I'm asking for a bit too much. Worse . . . my expectations are maybe too high. It's hard for me to fall in love and maybe it's even harder for me to fall out of love—that's why I expect more from other people. I expect them to return back and even more, by far . . . it hasn't been working out the way I want. I've always looked at the things around me, trying to see them in a different perspective but I'm left more and more confused.

The revelation was almost comical in its absurdity, highlighting the extent of my ignorance regarding his life—a life I had once believed to be an open book. The truth was, I had become emotionally detached from him long ago. The initial disappointment, the crushing realization of his infidelity, had been a turning point. It wasn't a sudden shift, but a gradual erosion of feelings, a slow draining of affection until nothing remained but a hollow shell of what once was. I no longer felt anything for him—no love, no anger, just a profound indifference.

"Why didn't you just say you fell out of love?" "Fell out of love?" Gibson echoed in question, and then he threw his head back, and a mocking laughter flew out of his lips. "Can a person who was never in love fall out of love?" My breathing hitched, and my body trembled at this revelation. "I expected you to see the signs, but you practically chose not to. Just so you know, I've been cheating on you from the very day we said our vows," he continued, shredding my heart into pieces.

​Kai’s voice rose, striking a furious, depleted tone that erupted from the depths of a deeply fractured, long-suppressed patience: — "I am exhausted, Eileen... truly exhausted! I am sick of your suffocating weakness, and your constant breakdowns that drag us straight to the bottom every single time. Every time I think we’ve taken a single step forward to build a normal, stable life, you suddenly shatter and throw us right back to square zero!" ​Eileen recoiled into herself, feeling his lacerating words hit like direct stabs to her wounded pride. Kai continued his ruthless assault, his eyes blazing with a frustration that had accumulated over the years: