Second Hand Fall For You Novels & Stories

The words stab my throat the second they leave my mouth. After the call ends, I return to the couch. The laptop’s still glowing, but I don’t see anything. I stare at my own reflection in the glass. Tara Anasthassia De Carrillo, 25. Architect. Math minor. Independent woman with her own apartment and a decent enough portfolio to pitch to Singapore next year. And still....can’t let go of a man who was never even hers. I set the laptop on the table. Grab the wine. Take another sip.

"Zachary really fell for you at first sight, huh? You must have some crazy charm. "He fell in love instantly, and you believe love grows with time. You two are perfect for each other. But now I know— his love at first sight had long since faded. Time had worn it down to nothing but indifference.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

Sir was seriously waiting while the instrumental of the song started to sound. "Ok, I'll try my best," he promised. ** I think I'm falling, falling for you. My heart is beating fast, every time I see you. My hands and body are shaking and my heart is fluttering. So, girl I think, I'm falling for you.

Is that why you told me to find a good girl, someone who I could rely on and love for the rest of my life? 'But… I'm too tired to continue.' I lay down in the bathtub, allowing my consciousness to drift away. When I opened my eyes again… My Lily was waiting for me.

Uh-oh. I passed out for the second time.

And the longer I hold back… the harder I’ll fall for you, Zoe. "See you soon…"

"Go back to hell!" Two hands slammed into the center of my back. The shove was violent, committed, full of the desperate hatred of a girl who had just been called background noise in front of the entire school. My stiletto boots lost their grip on the top step. My heart plummeted into my stomach as the world tilted, the sharp stone edges of the grand staircase rushing up to meet me. With the ten percent Soul Erosion, a fall like this wouldn't just hurt. It could shatter my flickering existence, scatter my pixels, reset me to the grave I had crawled out of.

Feeling accomplished, I rubbed my sore fingers and palm, then moved around to grab my phone before heading back to my room. Trying not to wake him, I deliberately slowed my movements. But as Murphy's law would have it, the more careful I tried to be, the more disaster-prone I became. Just as I grabbed my phone and turned to leave, I took too large a step. My left foot didn't catch up with my right, and I stumbled, losing my balance completely. I fell forward directly onto Aiden. As my face crashed into his chest, the only thought that ran through my brain was: This is the second time.

Each replay stirred within me deeper emotions, a clear sign that I was falling harder for her. I switched off my phone, the screen's glow fading into the darkness of the room. As I closed my eyes, a silent wish echoed within me. I wished that when the fall ended, she would be there to catch me. I wished that if she decided to walk away, she wouldn't leave me to crash. Instead, she would gently let me down, just as she had unknowingly lifted me up.