Leave Me To Fall Apart Novels & Stories

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

Like a leaf falling in autumn, like a single snowflake drifting in winter, like a droplet slowly hitting a lake, barely a ripple. "Benedict." Tessa ran to the stairwell, calling after him. "Are you… breaking up with me?" Benedict stood on the stairs. The lights sparkled, highlighting his sharp, determined features. He rested a hand on the railing, seeming to measure his words before answering quietly, "Yes, let's break up. Tessa, continuing this any further is pointless. I won't be able to stop myself from wondering if your heart belongs to Jareth during intimate moments. And I'll be thinking about whether my face makes you think of him whenever you look at me, and whether it brings back any

“Ashton, I don’t care who you choose to love for ten years, who you want to have children with, or who gets to spend your money. “I loved you for eight years, even putting up with your complicated relationship with Ruby, thinking I wouldn’t survive without you. But now I see clearly that you’re not that important to me. “The only reason I want a divorce is that my heart is dead; I no longer love you. It’s that simple. Do you understand?” As I spoke, I remained calm and rational. I was not begging or crying like I used to, nor was I losing my mind with jealousy. Ashton, having realized something had changed, was genuinely rattled and confused. In the end, he made some excuse about needing to

I want him to hit me, to shove me back, to fucking give me an excuse to put my fists through his face. He won’t. He won’t, because he knows. My knees buckle before I even register it, and suddenly I’m on the floor, my hands fisting into my hair, my entire body trembling. I can’t breathe...I can’t fucking breathe. “Why does everyone leave?” My voice is barely a whisper, but it shatters me all the same. The room is silent, the weight of my words hanging between us, suffocating, unbearable. I drop my head into my hands, my entire body shaking. “Why does everyone I love fucking leave me?”

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.

Kelly collapsed to the floor, her tears ruining her makeup and leaving ugly trails down her face. Jabbing a finger at me, she screamed, "What gives? You clearly used to rely on Zachary! Why do you get to catch the interest of a PhD advisor? Why do you get to publish a thesis? Why am I only ever able to get your scraps? It's only right that Zach treats me well. You were the one who insisted on hogging him all to yourself!"

Tears escaped my eyes as thoughts of us flooded my head and the the thought of us ever being officially TOGETHER vanished. I'm an emotional wreck. I don't give two fucks about anyone or anything and I haven't eaten in weeks. Maybe I'm more miserable here than I was there. Who cares? Not me. I seriously don't care about anything anymore. I don't want anything to do with anyone. But the worst part is, I go back to school for the first time since I left tomorrow. Great. Ella's P.O.V Jack looked so sad and venerable yet so god damn fuckable. And since he's going on a fucking spree minds well get him while I can.

The first fracture in the fragile bond they had built. Snow melted on her cheeks. She didn’t know if it was from the cold or tears. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, voice cracking, “Let me explain.” But she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. Marek opened the car door. “Elara you can come inside.” She looked between the two men One who frightened her and One who broke her. Both who wanted her. And she whispered four words that sliced Lucian open: “I don’t know you.”

"For leaving you here. For walking away. For being too weak to stay. For being too broken to face this alone. For being too afraid to let you see me like this. For being too scared to let you in. For being too ashamed to let you love me." I shook my head. "You don't have to apologize. You don't have to be strong all the time. You're allowed to break. You're allowed to fall apart. You're allowed to need someone. You're allowed to be human. You're allowed to be vulnerable. You're allowed to be loved."

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.