Happiness Falls Novels & Stories

“Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong. This isn’t like her. She hasn’t even called to say she liked the museum, or to tell me things she discovered, or to let me know she’s okay. She always calls, Eric. Always.” He studied her face carefully, the way her brows knotted, how her lip trembled, and how she kept running her fingers over the small bump of her belly. There was more beneath her panic. He could feel it. “And?” he asked softly. Haley swallowed hard, her voice lowering to a whisper, “She’s not okay. She’s been struggling, Eric. She’s been depressed. That’s why she went there in the first place—to breathe. And then there’s Jace, that devil.”

I said, smiling faintly, my heart full. I had an amazing time with Andrew. I hadn’t felt this way since Dad died. I’d imagined Christmas could never feel this good again without him around—but tonight proved me wrong. Something felt different. Something felt alive. And for the first time in a long while… I was happy. Truly, genuinely glad. ****

"Just so you know, I didn't think anyone would be happier than I felt when Pat agreed to marry me. But then I realized the happiness I felt that time was sort of temporary and was converted to tears and pain." "Because I was really the only one who was happy... until I found out that it had been a long time since someone else did. Now that I'm experiencing the feeling of being in seventh heaven, it just scares me the higher the amount of my happiness is, it will be more difficult for me to recover again."

But the amount of fuzziness Roy felt in his chest upon seeing the person instantly dissapitated to hammering pain. There standing with a beautiful blonde girl, hanging off his arms was Jeremy. And Roy suddenly felt that today might become his worst day.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

I'm not as angry anymore but still, it hurts. I'm not to blame for this situation that we're in, am I? I trusted him time after time and he kept letting me down, his words should mean nothing to me but still, when he told me he loved me, something in me just clicked like a puzzle had just been completed, I believed him and I was happy for about 10 minutes. But then everything collapsed, he wasn't going to tell Hannah, he needed 'time'.I couldn't believe him anymore. I have already believed enough.

“Why would you think I won’t like it? Florence, what the hell! You’re acting as if I am some sort of monster. When was I ever?” “You’re not, okay? You’re perfect, Scott. That’s the problem. We have a deal, and falling in love with you wasn’t part of it. But I couldn’t help it, could I? You made sure to make me fall for you in a way that I couldn’t get out of it without getting hurt,” Florence’s tears were now running down her cheeks with full force and she honestly didn’t mind anymore. “And then I found out I was pregnant with your baby, I didn’t want you to think badly of me. To think that I planned this so I could get your money. It’s not who I am. But we’re not really married, right? You’

“You’ve drained every last drop of emotion I had for you. Now, all I feel is exhaustion. Not even hatred. Just indifference. “Ask yourself, Darion, how many filthy things have you done behind my back? You used my love to belittle me, to suppress me, and finally, to break me. “This has nothing to do with Fran. Every day I spent with you was a joyless torment, a living hell. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. “This is the end of us. If you have even a shred of guilt left, sign the divorce papers now. Don’t make me hate you.” As I spoke, he ran both hands through his hair, then slowly slid down the wall in a crumpled heap. The container in his hand fell and burst open on the floor, spilling soup

“It’s not like that. It’s complicated.” Her friends didn’t press, understanding without words. They picked a light romantic comedy, and Elena allowed herself to sink into the warm, carefree energy. She laughed, genuinely, and felt her shoulders relax for the first time all day. The jokes, the teasing, the small details—like who stole the last brownie—grounded her in the moment, letting her forget the office and Damon for a little while.

And a sapphire ring that caught the moonlight as Xander carried me into our villa, both of us laughing, both of us crying, both of us so full of joy we could barely contain it. This was what happiness looked like. This was what love looked like. And I was never letting it go.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​