Leave Me To Fall Apart Novels & Stories

He pulled away and begun tracing his lips along my neck, causing my toes to curl. A familiar, almost forgotten feeling of desire coursed through my veins and at that moment his face flashed infront of me. Looking at me with so much disdain and disappointment. That was what it took for me to push Leo away and I found my self running up the stairs trying to control my tears. Guilt filled my heart as I willed myself not to cry. I had no right to mourn him, let alone shed a tear because of the lonely life I led. Leonardo. I had to distance myself from him. He is the only man who was able to a crack in my defenses but I was determined not to let him in any further.

She doesn't. "Gray—" "Get off me." My voice is low but I'm sure my tone should drive the message home. "But—" I'm tempted to shove her off but somehow, for some reasons I still can't comprehend, I just lift her off my laps as I stand. I turn to leave but she hugs me from behind. "Please, Gray. Don't leave me. I promise I'll never do this again. I'll even pay for Ari's treatment. I—" "Let go of me!"

I could almost hear the words Take me, take me, take me, repeating in my head. “So, what will it be? Will you stop trying to act like you don't want this, or will you let your desires take the lead?"

I’m falling, and I don’t know whether I can claw my way back. The last thing I hear is his voice, frantic and broken. “Don’t leave me.” And suddenly, nothing.

And everything I was holding together Fell apart.

“I want to be alone. Get away from me.” My voice cracked, breaking into an ugly sob. “I want to be alone… please… leave me alone… leave me… alone.”

"I'm off tomorrow. I'll go with you to buy a new watch." Before I could refuse, I heard crying at the door. Two female operators were helping Celia inside. Celia was limping, her face streaked with tears. When she got to me, she started crying even harder. "Jess, it's all my fault! Please don't be mad at Sam anymore. I'll give the watch back right now." Her hands shook as she pulled out the watch. But before I could react, it slipped from her grasp and hit the floor. There was a sharp crack, and the face of the watch was shattered.

He was not wearing our wedding ring. I pushed him away. My voice came out soft. "I want a divorce. I don't love you anymore." When he left me alone every night, when 55 of my calls went unanswered, when he was busy taking photos of Bianca Moretti's baby… my heart had already died. Cesare froze, his face drained of color. It was as if he had not heard me correctly. "You... What did you just say?"

I gather the remnants of my courage and approach him, eager to share the crucial information about the hit-and-run incident that led to Megan's current state. "George, I have noted the license plate number of the car… Ah…" I stagger as he pushes me away. I take support from the chair to stop myself from falling. He just storms away, disregarding my words as if they hold no importance. A profound sense of isolation envelops me as tears well up in my eyes, cascading down my cheeks. Unable to bear the emotional strain any longer, I turn away from the hospital, my steps heavy with despair. The world around me blurs as I navigate through a sea of emotions, consumed by a mixture of heartbreak, fru

the voice said. Sharper now. not neutral. “This is not survivable.” “I’m not leaving him,” I said. The words came out raw. nnfiltered. because that was the only truth left. the collapse deepened. pulling harder. stronger. trying to break me apart. trying to strip me down the same way it was doing to him.