Heart Falling Novels & Stories

I may never be able to do that anymore, I may never see him, or talk to him, or hear his voice or- There’s this longing that comes with the absence of someone you fell deeply in love with. Knowing that you might never have them in your life increases the need to be with them, to the point where it chokes the life out of you. I’m not sure at what point I laid down but the floor cools my cheeks, my tears spilling over. If I lie here long enough I might become one with the broken glass and disappear. The door opens with a creak but I don’t turn to see who it is. I’m way past the point of caring. I get up anyway and start to pick the glass off the floor, my mind barely registering what I’m doing

she appeared to be someone I know, but I'm not sure what kind of relationship I share with her. I was struggling to fight her off as she tried to push me off from the high place, it looked like some rooftop of a building. I held onto her arms as I tried so hard not to fall off but she seemed a little stronger than I'm as she forcefully yanks my hands off from mine, and then pushed me off. As I fell from a place that high, the fall was endless, and I didn't just feel scared from the fact that I might die from that fall, I felt a terrible heartache from the feeling of being betrayed by someone I completely trust...

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

Date = 7 December Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house / UCSF Medical Center) POV – Melaena “Fuck.” The phone slips from my fingers and clatters onto the floor, the sound sharp and final. I don’t move. I can’t. My heart doesn’t just stop — it shatters, splitting wide open like it’s been waiting for this exact blow. My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart.

It feels like an all consuming fire. you suddenly become aware that you have changed and that even your music taste has changed because you keep listening to love songs. You keep thinking about her/him and your appetite dwindles. And you feel a longing and a desire for this person that is almost unbearable. You feel like a dam of water and that is breaking and you can hardly hold back the tide behind you, within you. You're falling and you can stop it, you don’t want to stop, you want to fall together. It's scary and it’s frightening because you know you are out of your depth. That is how it is for Brandon.

The doors swung shut, leaving him standing in the silent hallway. He was alone, feeling utterly helpless and powerless. His hands trembled uncontrollably. The blood on his shirt felt like a stain that would never wash out. He paced the hallway, back and forth, the only sound that echoed in his ears were the rhythm of his heart hammering against his ribs. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All he could do was wait.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Her heart seems to be breaking into pieces, making her feel numb. Midnight neighed, seeming to feel its owner's desolation. ****😳😢😳****

He leaned in again, voice barely air. “But I’ll drag you down with me. I’ll burn your perfect little life you think you have to the ground and watch you cry in the fucking ashes.” I couldn’t feel my legs. The room tilted hard, like the floor had disappeared beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the dresser just to stay upright, my fingers digging into the wood so hard my nails hurt. My heart was slamming so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. He just stood there watching me fall apart, hos eyes glittering up, his lips curled like this was the best show he’d seen all year.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa