My Life Is Falling Apart Novels & Stories

The door closed. Roman stood at the window in the empty penthouse and he thought about wildflowers and a girl who ported cylinder heads by hand and a dinner on Thursday with a woman named Valentina he'd never met and didn't want to, and six weeks, and a name he hadn't said out loud to anyone outside his family in his entire life. He pulled out his phone. He opened the thread. He typed: *i know you don't want to hear from me. but i'm going to keep saying it until you believe me. i'm sorry. take it back.*

I muttered. “What does that even mean?” I swallowed. “It means…” My throat burned like I had drank acid. “Look at me, Louis. Just look at my life.” A heavy pause, my breath thick. “Three months in,” I continued, voice rising before I knew it. “And everything is falling apart. My scholarship. I can barely stay up late at night to read. I eat more than I can earn. I wake up every morning feeling like I could die.” The past months pulsed in my head, my stomach hardening.

How did everything fall apart? I was alone. Irreparably, completely alone. No Creed. No Lily. No Grandpa. I was a ghost in my own goddamn life. And it hurt. More than anything. Maybe I had it coming. Maybe this was karma, slapping me in the face. But God, it fucking hurt. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do next. I just knew… I had to keep going. Even if it killed me. My life was like one of those vintage mirrors in secondhand stores — cracked, ugly, jagged on the outside, but somehow still reflecting a piece of me that I couldn't stand to see.

She turns and exits the room while shutting the door behind her. I slowly advance towards the mattress and carefully sits on it. Gradually, I fall back and plopped on the bed, spreading my two wings while gaping at the awning. Still can't believe how my life had turned upside down, everything is hazy, feels like I'm in a crazy spin. I'm not sure what is happening so far, my world is still ripped into pieces. Everything is crazy, my life is never going to be the same again. I feel like the bricks of my walls are gradually depleting and falling apart.

Really, truly done. The walk back to my car is a blur. I’m crying by the time I get there, which is pathetic, but I can’t seem to stop. Everything is falling apart. Eva’s gone. Felicia’s gone. Dad won’t talk to me. My career is stagnant. My life is imploding. And it’s all my own fault. I sit in my car, head on the steering wheel, and let myself break down. Great, heaving sobs that feel like they’re being ripped from somewhere deep inside.

The sudden feeling of loneliness creeps up and embraces me from within, and in an instance, I was in an overwhelming state of crumbling yet again. "Fuck life," I say again, slumping to the ground like a ragged doll who has yet to be born. When will this nightmare end?

Everything I had worked for, my reputation, my influence, and my future were all slipping away, and I couldn't do anything about it. "I can't take this anymore," I whispered, my voice barely there. "I'd rather die than go through this humiliation,” I added I threw my phone across the room, watching as it hit the wall with a loud crack. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore. My entire life was falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "Kayla, stop this madness!" Mom shouted, rushing toward me. I spun around, my face twisted in rage.

The foundation of love she had built her life upon had crumbled, leaving her to navigate the fragments of her once-cherished relationships with a wounded spirit and a mind overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Riya's heart, once whole and vibrant, now lay shattered into innumerable fragments, each piece representing the trust she once held for others. It seemed as if the very foundation of her existence had crumbled, leaving her adrift in a sea of despair. Waves of anguish washed over her as the stark reality of her pathetic life took hold. No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her.

Her shoulders were beginning to weaken at the same time. “I-I just…" She broke off, raising her hand to her forehead, "I can't help but feel like all this is happening because of Damien. I mean, my life wasn't perfect, but at least I was content and I was fine that way. But ever since we met in New York, and then I left, and then he reappeared into my life all over again everything started to fall apart. Everything seems to be falling apart, and I have no idea…what to…do… No one to turn to and…” She broke down crying, her whole body trembling heavily, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“But you did. So clearly you need to talk. And lucky for you, I’m a fantastic listener.” I stared out the windshield, the tension in my shoulders refusing to let go. “I feel like I’m losing everything.” Mariah’s teasing expression softened. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Start there. What do you mean?” I exhaled slowly. “Noah. Jessa. Everything’s just… falling apart.” She stayed quiet, waiting.