Slowly Fading Novels & Stories

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

A single tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell onto the withered petals. In the end, Julia and I had nothing left but a love that bloomed too briefly and faded too soon. The End.

Something inside me is breaking apart, slipping away faster than I can hold onto it. “Lydia,” I whisper, my voice cracking. I turn my head, searching for her. I don’t see her, but I can feel her presence through the bond. Only… it’s fading. With every heartbeat, her presence grows weaker, more distant, as if she’s slipping through my fingers and vanishing into the void.

My eyes won’t stay open…. Everything fades away.

Elara Fading is not like dying. There is no sharp end. No clear moment where everything stops. It is quieter than that. Slower. Like a voice becoming harder to hear, not because it is silenced, but because it is no longer the center of attention. That is what I feel. Not gone. Not yet. But no longer… essential. The system is stable. Perfectly. The threads hold without strain. The core no longer trembles. The structure stands clean and uninterrupted, every part aligned under a single, undeniable point of control.

I'll smash this urn, and she will never rest in peace! Jason never thought that Felicity would accidentally out herself. He never thought that everything back then was orchestrated by her alone. However, there was no time to process it. He lunged forward to protect the urn…only for his weakened body to betray him. He was only a second too late. His legs gave out. In horrifying slow motion, he watched the urn slip from Felicity's hands. It hit the ground and shattered. Ashes scattered in every direction, dissolving into the thin rain, vanishing without a trace.

I can't even call him. I blink my eyes rapidly but the vision doesn't get any better, the warm hand holds me again, I try to push it away but I'm too weak now. My body is giving up. I'm fading away.. Fading away into darkness.

Colors bleeding into each other. Sounds fading into the distance. And then — Darkness.

“Take it away. I won’t be eating it, and don’t come here anymore. I don’t want to see you again.” However, Carl ignored me. “Be good, Natalie. Stop throwing a tantrum. Once you’re all better, we’ll meet my parents, and you’ll get another baby in the future.” Getting impatient, I flung the bowl he held onto the floor. “Are you done?! Get out!” The bowl shattered to pieces with a loud crash. Carl started to tear up. As he got choked up, he said, “Natalie, can we really not go back to the way things were before? I—”

Sleep whispering in my ears…slowly and soothing. Slowly my eyes shut.