Gin Blossoms Until I Fall Away Novels & Stories

She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, sighing in defeat. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t– I exhaled slowly—and blew. The tiny florets detached immediately, drifting up and away in a soft, weightless dance, carried off by the breeze.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

The spring blooms, I know for sure, The trails we can both endure, Separating is not the end, It is just the start to attend, It will be worth the wait in the end. The spring blooms, The summer shines, The autumn holds, The winter colds, But my love for you still holds.

“Finn?” “Relax,” I said, stepping close. “Let the world fall away. Just for now.” I saw it then, the longing to be free, even for a moment, flash across her features. She looked away which, in her silent language, meant you’re not wrong. I suddenly felt everything I always tried to hide: the hunger, the yearning, the wild jealousy that made me want to stake my claim right here and now. But that wasn’t what she needed. Instead, I reached up and plucked a blossom from a nightbloom vine overhead, glowing faint violet, and tucked it behind her ear. My knuckles brushed her cheek.

And then Knight whispered, ‘Caleb, look up. The blossom was dying. It fell from the trees, falling slowly, sadly, to the earth. I froze, a sob building in my chest as I watched the petals twirl to the ground. The once-green buds beside them withered, turning brown and drying out before they, too, tumbled down. A snowflake landed on my nose. It melted as it touched my skin. Another fell, then another. It was snowing again. It was snowing again. I fell to my knees. The moss was shrivelling up; I hit hard stone.

Her alleged partner never shows up with her in public. Her friend and car had not yet arrived, and she was still waiting. The moon was so gorgeous that she lost herself in its beauty as she moved forward, not realising that she had already passed behind the clubhouse. She snapped out of her moment and glanced around. The scenery was astounding. She stood with her back to the cherry blossoms. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the ground was adorned with colorful fallen flowers. The opaque scene was beautiful. Turning, she reached out to pluck some flowers. She grinned more as she held the flower's delicate petals, which felt incredibly lovely.

His voice slides through the air, smooth and measured, every syllable sharp as glass. "Since Miss Hart has finally decided to join us, perhaps she can enlighten us on today’s reading." The floor beneath me vanishes. A rustling of paper. The shifting of bodies. A roomful of people waiting—waiting for me to crash and burn. I force my gaze to the board. The words, written in neat, elegant script, stare back at me like they know I’m about to ruin myself. "The plum blossoms wait for spring, enduring the frost in silence."

He still hates me. Grabbing my phone, I started to play my playlist, then I wore the lab coat and my goggles. I placed a handful of apple blossoms into the flask with a good amount of water, then lit up the Bunsen. I tapped my fingers on the table to the beat of Halsey’s song while waiting for my blossoms to heat. My humming was cut off by the soft tap on my shoulder.

He teases him for the last time, moving his hand from his chest to his legs. “Goodbye,” Gianni pushes Gabriel out and closes the door. Later that night, the prince invites Gianni to the royal gardens. The roses starts to wilt with time. Winter is just around the corner. The once lush green gardens and plants, become a sea of yellow and brown. Instead of a verdant emerald, a powerful sunset-like sea of leaves lie on the garden floor. A late blooming rose catches Gianni’s attention. One of the red roses has an unopened bud. Will it bloom before winter comes? Or will it wilt without ever having the chance to achieve its true beauty?