When Your Life Is Falling Apart Novels & Stories

For a beat I just watched it roll, the small sound loud as a shot. I let my body fall to the couch, my eyes still wide open, I am doomed, no one was supposed to know, I am a Master planner, I have come too far for my plans to fail, I have become older than my age from thinking, I should be eating my sweat and my sleepless night, but no, everything came crashing down. My life is wrecked.

“How many times do I have to tell you that they provide me with relief? If I don't take them, my patterning becomes agitated.” Harper closed his eyes and rested his head on the sofa's back. “These will take your life one day” Harper just smirk “Who wants to live this long” Alex lighted the cigarette and looked at his good friend, who was so dissatisfied with life. “I know what happened in the past is so traumatic for you, but forget about it, you have to live for yourself, if not that think about your family” Harper abruptly leaps from the sofa and yanks Alex from his collar.

I stared at it as the grains slipped downward. “Life is like this sand,” she continued. “It only moves forward. You cannot return to the moment before the tragedy. But you can decide how the next grains fall.” My throat tightened. “But how do I live when everything feels shattered?” “Piece by piece,” she said. “You don’t need to rebuild your life overnight. You only need to take one breath at a time.” “I’m tired of being strong,” I whispered. “I’m tired of pretending I’m okay.”

Sharp, jagged lines, chaotic and messy. Her own reflection in the window stared back at her, tear-streaked and broken. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that a kiss, something that had meant nothing, could destroy everything. But life wasn’t fair. And sometimes, surviving wasn’t about doing the right thing. It was about holding on to the pieces of yourself the world hadn’t broken yet. Nora drew until her fingers ached, until her eyes blurred, until the dark outside was the only thing that remained.

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

"But love isn't a bottomless pit. It drains away with every lie, every time you dismiss someone." The last trace of composure on Brandon's face finally cracked. "I won't agree to this." "You don't have the right to disagree anymore." I looked at him, my voice still soft but colder than the sea wind. "Brandon, your biggest problem isn't that you don't love me. It's that you always assumed that as long as you turned around, everyone else would still be standing there waiting." The moon rose to the center of the sky. I felt the invisible thread in my chest being slowly pulled away, and the pain was so sharp that cold sweat beaded on my forehead. But I didn't make a sound.

And for the first time that night, I understood something terrible. My life was no longer falling apart. It had already fallen. Now I had to decide what kind of ruin I was willing to survive.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

but I'm only human and I bleed when I fall down I'm only human and I crash and break down your words in my head knives in my heart you pull me up and I fall apart cos I'm only human.)

"But hang in there, okay? We'll think of something." Before she can finish her sentence, I abruptly hang up, the weight of the situation crashing down on me. I drop the phone onto the bed and bury my face in my hands, letting out a muffled scream. My life is teetering on the edge of ruin, and I feel utterly lost. . . .