We Happy Few: We All Fall Down Novels & Stories

whatever! All I knew was that I was watching them in wonderland, while I drink my life away with a bottle of alcohol, cause little Sophie just hated her fucking heart too much, but when it got too unbearable for me to watch, I stopped looking at the happy couple with my poisonous gaze, and staggered back to my room heartbroken, and fed up I even sang any heartbreaking song lyrics I could remember, even though I wasn't good at singing, but I kept on laughing at my pathetic self and enjoying the song I was singing either way, so it was all good...ish, until I missed my footsteps, and crashed into some curly hair dude

But with his reputation in tatters, few companies were willing to hire him. He could only work as a clerk at a small ad company, doing repetitive tasks every day. The once confident and ambitious man was gone. In its place was a quiet, middle-aged man. Meanwhile, my studio thrived. Without the complicated relationships or emotional entanglements, I could focus on my creations. My work started winning international awards, and my business expanded. I rediscovered the pure joy of creating, no longer bothered by people's prejudices or misunderstandings. Kyle lived with me, happy and carefree.

“Even if it’s hard.” She nodded, tears finally spilling. “Good. Because I’m not letting go.” He brushed her tears away gently, thumbs warm against her cheeks. “Neither am I.” Later, they sat on the floor, backs against the bed, sharing takeout from a single container balanced between them. “This is our peace offering?” Maya teased weakly. “It’s noodles,” Ethan replied. “They solve everything.” She laughed really laughed for the first time in days. They ate slowly, shoulders touching, the room quiet except for the soft sounds of plastic forks and breathing.

At the moment of happiness, no one cares whether you've been friends before or enemies as you are all considered as one at that moment. * Here we go it's getting close Now it's just who wants it most It's just like that's how it is Cause we have our strengths and weaknesses Oh I have vision' oh can't you see I'm on the move make way for me * The members of the Red house matched towards the stage with happiness Brimming in their eyes while some were already shedding tears of joy. " And when I fall down I have to pick myself back up So stand up for the champions For the champions stand up

Playlist for this chapter; Robbery - Juice WRLD, Hey Jude - The Beatles, Don't Matter - Akon. - A lot of people post shits that happiness is free but I think it is the most expensive thing in the world. To love is to take risks. Too often we feel like we're the only ones struggling and overcoming obstacles but the truth is we're all in the same boat. Life doesn't get easier for anyone. We all learn from mistakes, grow from experiences and get stronger or weaker, better or bitter.

Taylor's fingers pressed down on the ivory keys as " You get down, real low down , you listen to Coltrane, derail your own train" fill up the church . The melodic tune of If it makes you Happy by Sheryl Crow was her favourite and as a matter of fact it was one of my all time favourite as well . Despite the controversy that surrounded it . To others it was simply a glaring reminder of their faults , their addiction and whatnot but to me it was simply a small reminder that we pay for our own choices , choices that might hurt you despite how good they make you feel .

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, my fair lady, my fair lady…. And we would sing it every day, at night, until I fell asleep; it helped me relax and did wonders for my moods and everything; I used to be a happy girl, you know, a pretty happy girl who believed in love, believed in the world and herself too, the good old days.

I find myself actually having somewhat of a good time at their dumb concert. "Fall in love with hobos like us," Jam sings, wiggling up and down like a worm, "cause you can't run and you can't hide," Gland raps, looking very intimidating while doing so -- you really can't run and hide from him, he'll find you. Oog finally concludes the song, "You and us gonna munch the sky! Dung Number 5!" The three 'stars' throw their mics into the air and sprint to the edge of the stage before diving headfirst off of it like insane people. AJ shrieks and runs to catch their stage-dive but I pull her back before she can get squashed by them.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

At my breaking point, I once broke down in tears and asked, "Layne, will you only truly belong to me if we get married? Then let's get married…" His eyes had turned red. He held me, thinking it over, but he couldn't give me the answer I wanted. "Aren't we already happy like this?" Now, hearing those same words again, I didn't even have the strength to argue. I looked at him. "Layne, let's end—" A sudden wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted violently, and my whole body shook. Layne rushed forward to steady me. "What's wrong? Your stomach acting up again?"