Until I Fall Away Gin Blossoms Novels & Stories

As I extended my trembling hand holding the flickering candlelight, memories of Jake and me together flooded back, and a chilling gust of wind swept through me, a stark reminder that I was now alone. The tears had ceased, but a constant ache of anger and despair remained. I knew deep down that this feeling would never truly dissipate. Making my way to the kitchen counter, I sought solace in a drink. Fortunately, a bottle of dry gin awaited me. There was no need for pretence or extravagance; all I needed was a semblance of peace, and the gin would offer me just that. I uncorked the bottle, taking swig after swig until a hazy lightheadedness washed over me. At that moment, my inhibitions began

I Fall To Pieces" by Patsy Cline." Damn the man! With tears in my eyes, I picked up the rose again, and carrying it to my nose, I inhaled its delicate fragrance. None had ever smelled as sweet and heady as this single bloom. Wiping at my tears as I climbed in my pickup, I gently placed the rose on the passenger seat and started the engine. Backing out of the parking space, I aimed toward the street and headed home. However, the drive took longer than it should have, as my eyes kept filling with tears and obscuring my vision.

Before I can stop myself, my eyes rake down her body, taking in every inch and curve. I know I should stop myself when I feel my trouser tighten but for some reason, I can’t unglue my eyes from her body. “Gray?” Her voice is enough to break me from whatever took hold of me and I immediately drag my eyes away from her body and turn around to leave. I have barely taken a few steps when she calls my name again. I halt and clench my jaw before turning around. She’s wearing a light green spaghetti-straped gown now. It’s still as good as wearing nothing since she doesn’t have any underwear on and the dress clings to her damp body like a second skin but this time, I try my hardest to keep my eyes o

he rumbled, his hands still resting on me, holding me in place, the recollection of him fucking my body still rage through my veins, making the pain fouler, fouler. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the Silverbloom bottle, holding it high, the silver petals glinting in the sunlight. The crowd exploded, cheers and shouts filling the air, some yelling, “We’re saved!” their voices raw with hope, pulling me back to the mission, away from Ella’s shadow.

Like I wanted Gianna to talk me out of this. “T-minus five, G,” Crystal calls. “I gotta go.” Gianna pecks me on both cheeks. “Just think about what I said.” She races off, and I wander back out onto the main floor. At the bar, I think about ordering a rosé, then get a gin martini. I don’t think I like these either, but they taste nothing like scotch. As the lights dim, and Crystal takes the stage, I sip the freezing drink. Just talk to him. I can do that. At the very least, then I’ll be able to get on the plane with no regrets.

Everything he had given me, including the original gemstones he had gifted, were still in their places. Everything looked as if I had only gone on a short trip, yet he had a gut feeling that this time, he had truly been left all alone. "No. Selena, where are you?" he mumbled. He sat down in a daze, and his gaze finally landed on the coffee table. The words "Divorce Agreement" seemed to pierce his eyes like a dagger. Suddenly overcome with rage, he flipped the coffee table over with a violent sweep. The glass cup fell to the ground with a sharp, shattering sound.

he said with finality, making me gulp. I felt like my brain was going haywire just being in his arms right now But being alone? Just us? I'm bound to faint at some point. Sin's POV I searched for a clear room, this building had a bunch of guest rooms that we rarely ever used. I can't believe I'd found her so fast My precious little Blossom. She felt so small and warm in my arms, her scent surrounded me and I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get enough of her.

Because of her. Her phone buzzed again sometime after midnight. Ethan: Please. Talk to me. Her chest tightened. She typed three words. Deleted them. Typed again. Then she placed the phone face down. If she answered, she would break. And if she broke, she would choose herself. She couldn’t afford that. The next morning came without mercy. Maya showered mechanically, dressed carefully, applied makeup with steady hands. She chose neutral colors, simple lines of armor disguised as elegance.

" The assistant's lips moved. I heard nothing. Suspicious, I floated closer, and once again my vision went black. So infuriating! I flailed in anger. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back beside Dad!