Until I Fall Away Gin Blossoms Novels & Stories

“And he listens. Don’t let that go unnoticed.” Her eyes met mine—hopeful, a little scared. “You think…?” “I think,” I said, gently, “sometimes people need a little nudge. But don’t rush it. Let it be slow, real. That’s what makes it last.” Zoe nodded slowly, a quiet blush rising in her cheeks. That evening, I walked home alone. The spring air had begun to soften. The sky blushed a slow pink behind glass towers. Somewhere, music played from a balcony above a bakery. The world was layered with little signs of life returning—mine included.

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

Whitney lit up a few slow burning rose scented candles which made the romantic aroma permeate the room sensually. “Well they’re missing out. Idiots.” Whitney giggled obnoxiously, already feeling tipsy from the Limoncello Mule she’d downed not fifteen minutes ago. Pressing her head against Hollis’ neck, she lolled it from side to side lazily. “You’re so talented...it’s one of the things I love the most about you.”

Her father died unexpectedly and left them in a sea of sorrow. Rosalia and her mother are living in a two-story house that her parents bought together. It’s a small house, but they’re happy there. She is strolling along the winding streets of the city. The streets are adorned with a delicate shower of cherry blossoms, their pale pink and white petals gently swaying in the breeze. Despite her efforts to catch a few in passing, the ephemeral nature of the blossoms eludes her grasp. As she is strolling along, the enchanting scene inspires a melody in her heart and a sense of melancholy as she realizes that this fleeting season will soon come to a close. This spring season holds a special place

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Goddess, I'm so stupid. After 2 days, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to finally go outside and get some fresh air. I took a short shower, just to wash my hair and body. When I got out, I quicky washed my face. Looking into the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying i've done. I ot dressed and headed downstairs. Thankfully, my parents have already left to go to the training grounds. I quickly eat a piece of toast and some fruit. I grabbed a water bottle and headed outside.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

He asks with his handsome smile. I nod. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling. I’m falling.

Inside was a pink diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg. He forced a smile, the same indulgent smile he had used on me countless times before, like he was soothing a stubborn child. "I'm sorry, Anna. I came late. Don't be mad, alright? Our wedding is today. Let's stop fighting and come home with me, okay?" Papa's eyes blazed with anger, and he looked ready to throw a punch. Ethan, standing beside me, stopped him. Calmly, he removed his glasses and handed them to me. "Here, amore. Hold these for me."

You are, to me, as good as apple pie As summer in Hawaii, as stars up in the sky Your love fits me, like my designer jeans Like flowers in the Spring, like a movie on the screen Cause you and I are an item Nothing can break us, nothing can make us fall apart We're forever mated like champagne and caviar _____