Since We Fell 소설 & 이야기

because the moment that connection slipped the entire anchor collapsed. And the ground beneath us gave way.

But this time, we weren’t falling. This time, we were flying. And nothing was ever going to bring us down again.

He looked at the approximate location where Hazel had fallen in the surveillance video, and his heart ached. He slowly walked towards that spot, stood there for a while, and then slowly crouched down. Thinking about how Hazel must have been in pain when she fell, he murmured to himself, "Hazel, you must have been in a lot of pain at the time, right? But now, my heart...it also hurts."

We were staring into the abyss, and instead of falling, we were going to build a bridge across it. Together.

We had failed. Completely. And there was no cosmic power left to fix what we had broken.

My whole body shuddered and spasmed as I rode that high i loves so much. After several moments we both came down from the highs and collapsed on the bed.

Our hearts were tethered now. And if she fell, Mooncrest would fall with her.

whatever this is between us, burning quietly in the silence. And in that moment, I realize, I’m not just falling. I’ve already fallen.

Zach snickered. "Then why aren't you there?" Keira smiled. "I was hungry, figured missing one practice would be fine. I mean I am the best one on the team, I need to give them time to catch up..." He laughed. I smiled at the pair thinking they would be an adorable couple. Keira glanced at me through her thick eyelashes, as if she needed help to talk to him. I have her a shrug and she rolled her eyes, as if we were having a private conversation. "Subtle guys..." Sophie broke the silence and we all laughed. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch, Keira and I headed towards the gym for PE, just as we reached the door it was swung open and I felt a sharp pain as I walked into what felt like a

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.