Gin Blossoms Until I Fall Away Novels & Stories

The anger that was so vibrant just now seemed to dissipate in an instant, spreading into the night, sounding unusually tender. I sat down involuntarily, and as I looked up, I couldn't help but be stunned. The lights meandered down, reflecting on the shimmering water. A cluster of early cherry blossoms by the water had just reached its blooming season. With the night breeze, petals fell like rain, landing on the water, around us, and on our shoulders. It was as if we were in the midst of the most romantic and magnificent dream, and Jaclyn Dills by my side seemed to be hidden within the dream, impossible to separate.

🩷 ✨ The garden fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the soft sound of Aradhya's steadying breath. The oleander flowers continued their silent vigil, their pale petals catching fragments of moonlight like scattered tears frozen in time. Avyaan remained crouched before her, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting in the darkness that surrounded them.

She was going to have to hold on to it tightly. But before she could react, Tristan suddenly asked, "How much hurt and despair had she gone through?" Regina took a while to register his words. She turned to him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" Tristan was done playing nice with her. He suddenly grabbed her by the neck and started choking her. His eyes turned as dark as ink. "You knew very well that Madeline was allergic to pollen, and yet, you purposely told me to give her the bouquet of daisies and slammed the flowers into her face! And then you blamed her for everything! You're such an evil, scheming woman!"

That night, fireworks for our anniversary lit up the sky above Wildrose Estate. Beneath that starry sky, the place was alive with voices and clinking glasses. But I dragged my suitcase through security and into the boarding gate without looking back. When the plane took off, the seat prepared for me in the Wildrose Estate remained empty.

The wedding preparations began immediately. In truth, there wasn't much left to prepare. The very next day after I said yes, Ethan had already sent everything to my house—wedding dress, dozens of limited-edition jewelry sets, high heels that fit me perfectly… The gown itself was breathtaking. The design, the fabric, and the delicate lilies—my favorite flower—woven into the details were to die for. It was so intricate and beautiful that I couldn't stop staring. Something like this could never have been done in just a few days. In places where I couldn't see, Ethan had already poured his heart and everything he had into preparing it for me.

Maybe. From the morning, he had tried apologizing in his own way. Flowers left on the table. Little notes scribbled with “sorry.” Even a letter, where he wrote that he didn’t want a divorce, that he had nullified the prenup his mother had forced me to sign, and that he wanted a second chance. He even sent proof that the prenup was void. It was… unexpected. Almost cute, in its clumsy sincerity. Luckily, before the silence grew unbearable, we managed a small conversation. Riva started crying, and Ryan helped me feed her. It was awkward, yet strangely meaningful. For a moment, it felt like we were parents together, not strangers bound by paper and circumstance.

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

She didn't want to step into it, she was afraid of panic, afraid that the walls of her homeland would collapse if she entered. But she had to go in anyway. Jessica's fingers held the door frame and scratched it hard with her nails before she summoned up the courage to go in. It was also thick autumn in the garden. The green grass on the lawn gradually withered, and the yellow grass was blown back by the autumn wind. The camellias withered and fell to the ground one by one. There was still a faint fragrance of osmanthus floating in the air.

Inside the doorway was dark, but as the footsteps got closer, he could see a pink silhouette moving through the shadow towards him. The first thing that came into light was her beautiful white leather slipper, nearly visible from under the tail of her white dress. The bottom of the dress was laid with a puffy mess fabric that got slimmer as it went up to her waist, where the dress hugged her curves tightly. The pink fabric caressed her upper body, accentuating her breast, but left her shoulders bare. The most eye-catching thing about the dress was the cherry blossoms that would rise from the dress and into the air, only to dissolve into pink particles once it was a few feet above her head li

he asked, getting up from his seat. “Stop bullshitting me.” Rojean said with an eyeroll. “Bulshitting you? Are my feelings bullshit to you now?” Theo asked, nodding his head as a fake laugh came out of him before taking his coat from the rack. “Okay, after opening up to you, this is all that I’m getting? We told each other that we only had one another to rely on. Did you forget about that already? Nevermind, leave.” He didn’t have to tell her twice, Rojean left the second he said to leave and was sprinting through the halls in order to get the farthest away from Theo himself. She bumped into Krister on the way.