Gin Blossoms Until I Fall Away Novels & Stories

The Night She Finally Walked Away The final night of Elara Voss’s marriage did not end in shouting. It ended in silence. A silence so heavy it pressed against her ribs, made her breath stutter, made her hands shake as she packed the last of her belongings into the small suitcase on the edge of the bed. Outside the window, winter rain stumbled down the glass like broken glass beads. It was late, past midnight. But Damien would be returning soon. And she refused to be here when he stepped through the door.

" Vivian was full of regret. She rambled on, apologizing to me again and again. Looking at her like that almost made me feel as if we had returned to the time when we loved each other. But even so, I no longer had the strength or courage to love her again. I had seen what she was like when she loved Nolan. For Nolan, she could do many things she never would have done before. Even though she knew she was allergic, she would eat the mango pudding Nolan made for her. Even though she was afraid of heights, she would kiss him at the highest point of a Ferris wheel.

He then stepped to the side and with a broad sweep of his hand, welcomed Ella to a magical sight. The tall trees around her had spherical lanterns that gave out soft light over a path lined with small round stones. Curtains of white flowers cascaded from the hanging vines that bordered an artificial water fall that provided the refreshing sounds of splashing water. The cool night air was scented by the jasmine that were blooming along the stone path.

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Crystal sighed as she stared at a photo Irene had sent before Crystal called Alison. *** Irene, who had been inhaling the smells of Noah's flowers, finally fell silent and placed the flowers on the table. "Gosh, what did I do? Didn't Noah and I make a promise not to fall in love with each other? Even our wedding is only four months away." Irene said when she remembered that she and Noah would end their marriage within five months. Irene returned the flowers she had placed on the table, then stepped to the side of the room, where she neatly placed and arranged some of the flowers from Noah.

He leaves the room and Abigail is unable to make any movement to save herself. Tears are flowing down through her temples, she shuts her eyes with force and thinks in her mind, "See, Mick. Your love didn't help to bloom the Tuberose. Now, this Tuberose is going to wither. The Tuberose is going to be fallen." Whimpers come out through her vocal cords and she knows there is no escape today. No escape.

I’m wearing boxers and nothing else, and I’m still covered in grime and dust. How am I here? I look down at my bloody hands, blood that isn’t mine. Blood that belongs to a man I can no longer call the Grand Wizard because he’s dead, which makes me… Fallon is sitting on the storm-swept beach watching the sunset. Her hair lifts off her shoulders in a calm, warm summer breeze that’s not my doing. The air feels lighter somehow. The clouds drift high overhead, revealing the first stars blinking into existence against a pale periwinkle sky. The sun drops below the horizon, casting its final rays in shades of crimson.

I nervously grabbed my phone and tried to unlock it as Ryker neared me but I realized that it was dead. Fuck no! This was a really bad time for my phone to die. Ryker finally reached me and stood in front of me, I ignored him and bobbed my head to an imaginary song playing in my head. "Hey, Grumps." I heard him say. Goosebumps rose on my skin. "You're toxic I'm slipping under, with the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic." I sang Toxic by Britney Spears.

Laughter and whispers rippled through the Hilton manor with the crowd watching from the entrance, making Zachary's face burn red with shame. Grinding his teeth in fury, Zachary shot me a final glare and spat, "Don't regret this," before yanking Willow away with him—completely ignoring the fact that she had scraped her knees during her fall. I shook my head and took Thomas' arm, speaking gently to soothe him. "It's alright now, Thomas. Don't let irrelevant people ruin our mood." The powerful aura he had exuded moments ago faded as he carefully held my hand and walked with me into the Hiltons manor.