Just Fall Novels & Stories

now, and she could hear the far-off sounds of horns blaring that indicated rush hour had begun. Slats of light filtered through the shutters and into their living room, bathing the potted plants in a kaleidoscope of golden light—and without giving herself the chance to overthink things she grabbed the post-it on the coffee table and rummaging through her bag for a ball point, which she used to hastily scribble the words: Tu me manques, the French equivalent of ‘I miss you’, which instead translated to, ‘You are missing from me’, and after much thought she kissed it, leaving an impression of blood red lips on paper.

Just the essentials. Just her unborn daughter. She flicked off the lights, plunging the apart ment into darkness, then slipped through the kitchen and out the back door, an emergency exit leading to an outdoor stairwell. Cold air slapped her face. Her lungs seized. No footsteps behind her. No voice. No shadow. For a moment she thought she had escaped the stranger’s notice, until she reached the bottom of the stairwell and frozed cause she felt it was all a dream.

Nothing had been solved. But real love had chosen to stay. She crawled into bed and reached for her phone. One message waited. Ethan: Text me when you fall asleep. She smiled. Maya: I will. She set the phone down and let her eyes close naturally, not from exhaustion but from peace. Outside, the city continued its quiet games. Inside, two people held onto something fragile and refused to let go.

Suddenly, there was nothing to support me. My balance gave way, breath leaving my body in a sharp gasp as I stumbled forward— And I fell straight into the room. “Fuck!”

[Damn it, he backed out! What do I do, everyone? Please help!!! How can I get him to agree to come out?!] Aside from the commenters cheering him on, the same user who had first offered advice reappeared. [Does it have to be your buddy who takes the fall?] [Can't you just find someone else?] Simon replied, clearly displeased: [No. It has to be him. I just don't like him. You have no idea—during lunch today, the way he acted all high and mighty pissed me off. Anyway, I want to see him socially ruined and condemned by everyone!]

The weariness subsided, replaced by a resolute determination to see this through. Feeling a sense of urgency, Jayden decided to reach out to Lena, his belove, for an update on another pressing matter. As he reached for his phone and dialed her number, a beep emitted from the device, signaling a low battery. Jayden's heart sank as he realized his forgetfulness in charging his phone. Frustration mingled with a tinge of panic, knowing that he needed his phone to talk with Lena and stay connected in this critical moment.

His voice trembled, and his face turned pale. "I don't see a future for us," I said. "Let's divorce."

But he wouldn’t listen. I was right behind him as it happened — he reached the stairwell, lost control, and tumbled down. “Nick! No!” I ran down after him. He lay crumpled at the bottom, blood pooling around him. I dropped to my knees, lifting his limp body into my arms. “Help!” I yelled, my voice breaking. “Someone, please help!” Tears blurred my eyes as I held him, shaking.

I fell to the ground and collapsed. ~

Annalise's POV I'm falling. You know that dream where you're falling, and just as you’re about to hit the ground, you jerk awake? Yeah, it’s exactly like that—except this time, I actually am falling. Eyes wide, I twist to see the ground rushing up to meet me. Channeling my powers, I slow my descent into a controlled drop, landing with one knee down and my fist pressed to the ground.