Slowly Falling Lyrics Novels & Stories

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They had fallen. They had broken. They had rebuilt. And now—they were still falling.

Eventually even that faded. I almost fell asleep. Until a sound woke me. Not from the hallway. Not from the window. From inside the house. A door creaked somewhere below. Then a slow, deliberate step.

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."

"And I need you to know that we are Getting into this so fast, falling like the stars Falling in love And I'm not afraid to say these words With you I'm safe, we're falling like the stars Falling in love" He smiles and spins me around, taking my waist eagerly at the end. Looking into his eyes, I continue to sing that beautiful song that I am in love with. "And I need you to know that we are Coming into this so fast, falling like the stars Falling in love And I'm not afraid to say these words With you I'm safe, we're falling like the stars We're falling in love" We paraded down the dance floor, dancing beautifully. All eyes were on us, everyone admired us. We danced with perfection, with trut

"Sorry, it's been booked for the whole day," the staff patiently explained the matter to the inquiring visitors beneath the Ferris wheel. Charles took my hand and led me into the gondola. The Ferris wheel began its slow climb. The view soared. The people below shrank to the size of ants. "Do you remember this place?" Out of the blue, he shattered the silence. His usually icy gaze was then unbelievably tender. That was where our lips first met.

“Again. Slower this time. I want to worship you properly. Make up for being an idiot.” “You have a lot to make up for.” “Then we’d better get started.” He made love to me with aching slowness. Every touch deliberate. Every kiss lingering. His hands mapping my body like he was memorizing me. His mouth following the path of his hands, kissing and tasting and learning. When he finally entered me again, it was gentle. Tender. Each thrust measured and deep, designed to build pleasure slowly instead of chasing it frantically. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “I love your strength. Your resilience. Your refusal to give up on us even when I’m giving up on myself.”

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

So did their steps slow down, the voices became short and inaudible as my pupils constricted and I could see no more. I was falling to the ground, my breath hitched as my lips spread open and I tried to scream but nothing left my lips as my body fell off, I was falling. I mumbled softly, “ Help me please.”

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

“Can’t say I have.” “Well, now you have,” I whisper. The bar noise recedes into a low hum. All that’s left is me and an ache no drink can drown. I stare into the mirror behind the bottles — smudged eyeliner, tangled hair, a crooked grin that feels more pain than humor. My reflection looks like someone who learned how to fall slowly. “This is what falling looks like,” I murmur. “Not a crash. A slow, drunk spiral.” “Need a cab home, doc?” Larry asks, quieter now.