Things Fall Apart 소설 & 이야기

"Yes. You don't plan on starving again just to avoid us right? Okay Okay we won't put you in an hypothetical situation again. Just come with us." Monroe's begging softened Roy's mood. The gardener's of Amaryllis cleared the campus paths with gusto—occasionally asking students to steer to another side. Of course, for the Director to love trees more than anything, the campus grounds were found covered with aged leaves by the time Autumn passes. "Hey Hey! Isn't that Taylor Shaman?" Monroe pulled Ken excitedly and gestured at a boy not more than one seventy five centimeters tall—unique platinum golden hair and dressed very fashionably.

The Night She Finally Walked Away The final night of Elara Voss’s marriage did not end in shouting. It ended in silence. A silence so heavy it pressed against her ribs, made her breath stutter, made her hands shake as she packed the last of her belongings into the small suitcase on the edge of the bed. Outside the window, winter rain stumbled down the glass like broken glass beads. It was late, past midnight. But Damien would be returning soon. And she refused to be here when he stepped through the door.

Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds. The betrayal, the despair, and the sheer physical pain twisted together, slicing through my heart. I couldn’t believe my wife, the woman I loved so deeply, could be so cruel. The same woman who once promised me forever was now the demon who threw me into hell. With both my body and my heart crushed, I sank into overwhelming darkness.

“Hailey, no matter where life takes you, you have to believe in yourself. When I first came to Albania, I had only a few hundred dollars to my name. However, I was determined to stay here. I washed dishes, worked as a cleaner, delivered takeout—every tough, dirty job you can imagine. I worked my way through school, and eventually, I graduated and found a good job. That’s how I got to where I am today.” Listening to Iris’s story, tears welled up in Hailey’s eyes. Their lives had been similar, both having endured hardship. The difference was that Iris had invested in herself, while she had invested everything in Jeremy; Iris had become successful, while she had become nothing more than a stepp

“I am not sleeping in the same room with you.” “It’s not up for debate.” I watched as the corners of his mouth curled up in victory. I had been defeated in a losing game and it hurt so fucking much that I rammed my teeth into my lower lips, my head hung low. Being into a marriage where I had no say, sucks! It made me lose my self esteem……, Finally, after what felt like forever, the car slowed down and turned right, driving forward until it finally halted in front of a bronze tall gate, probably taller than the wall of Jericho. If I wasn’t exaggerating.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

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.

The beggar slowly lowered the hands shielding her head and looked up at me. The moment our eyes met, both of us froze. Her face had become so gaunt that she was nearly unrecognizable. Still, I knew who she was at once—June. The once-glorious station chief who had stood at the center of everything had now fallen so low that she had become a beggar everyone despised. I slowly stood up and instinctively took a step back. June simply tilted her head up at me, her eyes gradually reddening.

Please come to the hospital to handle his affairs. My phone hit the ground with a sharp crack. Suddenly, the world went silent. I could not take it anymore. A gush of blood spilled from my lips, and everything went black. I never noticed that the phone that had fallen to the floor suddenly flashed twice.

I turned on my camera, pointed it at myself, and shouted, "Grandpa! The sky is already turning red! Look for yourself! If you don't believe me, can't you at least believe what you're seeing—" Before I could finish, a massive flowerpot flew out from the yard and smashed into my head. Pain ripped through me. Blood blurred my vision, everything a wash of red. From inside the yard, Richard cursed at the top of his lungs, as if I were a villain. "How did Talia end up with a liar like you? My family has farmed Bareyard Village for generations! That mountain has always been dormant! Why would it erupt now? Why are you doing this? Screw you!"