Leave Me To Fall Apart Novels & Stories

This couldn't be happening! I was his mate. How could he suddenly lose all sense of me? There was only one explanation. Kellen looked down and saw that the moonstone pendant had split in half. A jolt of dread ran through him. He threw aside the blanket and searched the house frantically, checking every corner. Finally, under the bed, his fingers found the other half of the moonstone. The edges were jagged and cracked beyond repair. There was no putting it back together.

The first line of the message made her knees buckle. Everything was about to unravel.

For a moment I couldn't process it. One blow after another that day had left me with no idea how to face reality at all. It took a long while before I mechanically took the document they handed me. One glance, and I tore it to shreds and flung the pieces everywhere, grinding out through my teeth, “Impossible. This is impossible. I will never agree to dissolve my marriage with her.” A staff member stepped forward to calm me. “Sir, please. This is the Beastkin Authority. If you keep shouting like this, we'll have to ask you to leave.”

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.

she mutters, walking out of the room, leaving me to slam the door behind her. The moment she's gone, I fall with my back against the door, heaving. I crumble, holding my knees to my chest as tears spill. Because what else is there to do when my whole world has fallen apart?

If I leave, I destroy us. I chose the one that keeps you breathing. I closed the app without sending it. As the plane lifted off, the city shrank beneath clouds, buildings dissolving into abstraction, streets becoming lines, lives becoming dots. Something inside me fractured quietly. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just a clean, devastating break. I pressed my forehead to the cold window, tears sliding freely now, unchecked, soaking into my scarf. I didn’t wipe them away. I wasn’t brave. I wasn’t noble.

And then, finally, a sob wracked through my body, the weight of everything hitting me all at once. "He left me," I whispered to the empty room, the words echoing with a sense of abandonment that cut deep into my soul. "He left me too," I repeated softly, the realization sinking in like a heavy stone settling at the pit of my stomach. I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling the weight of my loneliness pressing down on me like a suffocating embrace. The tears flowed freely now, a torrent of anguish and despair that seemed to have no end. "They all leave eventually," I murmured to myself, the words trembling with raw pain. "Because I'm damaged. Because I'm unlovable. I'm so tired, so tired of as

Though as I sat there and stared at a picture of Rose, my bestfriend, I could feel the it being chipped away and it was on a matter of time. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again.

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

“You’re allowed to fall apart.” I almost laughed. But the sound never came. Because I had already fallen apart. There was nothing left to break. --- The third day— Someone cried outside. Loud. Uncontrolled. The sound drifted through the open window, sharp and aching. Another loss. Another name. Another bond broken. I listened to it without reacting. Without feeling. That scared me more than anything else. Because I should have felt something. Sympathy. Pain. Anything. But there was only—