Leave Me To Fall Apart Novels & Stories

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"

"Isabella, you were pregnant. You planned to leave me. And I… I was such a fool. I actually believed I could deceive you…" His voice cracked, and tears fell again. He lay in that hospital bed for a whole week, lost in a haze of grief. All he could think about was the look on Isabella's face that last day, the disappointment and the finality in her eyes. Pain and regret tore through Lorenzo like blades. He relived her final gaze over and over, the way it carried nothing but resignation. "How could I… how could I have done that?" He slapped himself hard, blurring his vision with fresh tears.

With each floor, I felt pieces of myself cracking, breaking, falling away. By the time we reached Harper's floor, I was barely holding it together. She unlocked her apartment, pulled me inside, and locked the door behind us. The moment I heard that lock click, something in me gave way completely. I collapsed. Not gracefully. Not cinematically. Just... collapsed. My legs stopped working and I went down hard, suitcase clattering beside me, and the sound that came out of me was animal. Raw. Broken. "I've got you." Harper was on the floor with me, arms around me, holding me while I shattered. "Let it out. Just let it out."

Everything I've held desperately tried to hold together finally, cruelly, falling apart. And I scream. And scream. And scream until—

The syrup. Why couldn’t I just keep it together for one goddamn second? Why did something so small, so stupid, make me fall apart? It’s been a year since I walked out on Mike, a whole year of rebuilding, rewiring, forcing myself to be okay. I thought I was handling it. I thought I was better. I was so, so wrong. My body and mind betrayed me in the worst possible way. I didn’t just fold; I shattered. A grown-ass woman crumpling like a paper bag because a bottle tipped over.

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

Leave alone writing; I don't even want to listen to these love songs anymore, especially mine. 'Falling for you’ is a bitter truth about how deeply I have fallen over heels for a guy who doesn't seem to care about my feelings at all. The one entitled ‘Don't ever leave me’ sounds like total crap to my ears. How can you ask someone who was never yours not to leave? How can you convince someone who has no interest in you whatsoever to stay? And the worst of all, I love you, which is one hell of a fucking shit! Love, huh?

I can’t do this. “I need to leave,” I whisper to Juliet, my voice trembling. She nods without question, guiding me out of the gallery and into the car. The moment the door shuts, I clutch my phone to my chest, praying that when I get home, Grayson is gone. Because if he’s there, I won’t survive it. I won’t be able to stand. I’ll fall apart. And I can’t let him see me like that. I can’t let him break me any more than he already has.

"I really… I know I messed everything up. I didn't do anything with Danielle. I regret it every single day. I wish I had told you, and I wish I hadn't made you mad. That performance was actually for our third anniversary. I prepared…" "Clive," I interrupted him again. This time, my tone was firm and unmistakably final. "The past, whether good or bad, isn't something I want to revisit. What was true or false doesn't matter to me anymore. What we had ended a long time ago. Please don't come looking for me again. You're disturbing my life." After saying that, I didn't look back at his pale face or his unsteady posture. I hugged the books to my chest and turned away.

Another lie. How many more before everything falls apart?