Novel & Cerita When Your Life Is Falling Apart

Tears burned hot tracks down my cheeks before I could stop them. How could they do this to me? All of them. Planning my life like I was some accessory to be handed over. My world wasn't just cracking. It was splintering apart, piece by jagged piece, and I had no idea how to hold it together anymore.

It’ll kill her slow. The tears hit before I could stop them. Eyes stinging, vision blurring—I let it out. Dammit. I don’t cry. But this wasn’t just family falling apart. This was everything crumbling. My whole world breaking into pieces. I sat in the dim lobby, hunched in a corner, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hands while wolves came and went around me. Life doesn’t wait for you to catch up. It just keeps going. And you’ve gotta deal with it.

The want in me had a taste, metallic and hot. My breathing came faster now, shallow and urgent. I rubbed my palms against my jeans until the skin burned. The apartment felt too small. Every clock ticked loud, like a countdown I hadn’t consented to. I was falling apart….my whole life was falling apart and I felt utterly helpless.

How did everything fall apart? I was alone. Irreparably, completely alone. No Creed. No Lily. No Grandpa. I was a ghost in my own goddamn life. And it hurt. More than anything. Maybe I had it coming. Maybe this was karma, slapping me in the face. But God, it fucking hurt. I didn't know where I was going, or what I would do next. I just knew… I had to keep going. Even if it killed me. My life was like one of those vintage mirrors in secondhand stores — cracked, ugly, jagged on the outside, but somehow still reflecting a piece of me that I couldn't stand to see.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

CHAPTER ELEVEN THE CHARITY GALA It’s strange, really, how quickly your world can fall apart. One moment, you’re standing on solid ground, the perfect life you’ve spent years molding resting in your hands. And the next? It all crumbles. All it takes is one fucking tiny crack. One moment of weakness, one betrayal, and the illusion shatters like glass underfoot.

Bella was stronger than I could ever be, she was both a mother and father to Dylan and that inspired me to fuel my relations. Watching Angelica resting her head on the nook of Bella's neck, I could not imagine another route my life could have taken. Having been through the ups and the downs of life, I finally realize that happiness is what truly matters not money although it helps not to struggle financially. My mind went back to the man I was years ago and a pang of regret hits me. Those were my demons that no one accepted, not even Angelica's mother. Only time would tell if this woman who, unknowingly has weaved her way into my heart would accept me for what I am. Or what I was.

I didn’t waste a second—I bolted for the door and ran as fast as I could. I could hear him shouting my name, but I didn’t stop. I kept running. Why is everything falling apart all at once? First, I lose my job. Then that letter. And now Lucas, the one person I thought I could trust. I found myself in a bar, downing drink after drink. It didn’t take long for me to get drunk. “What am I supposed to do now?” I muttered, staring at my empty glass. “Why is my life such a mess?”

“Then let it fall apart” I looked at him, surprised by his words. I had expected him to say something comforting, something that made me feel like I could keep holding it together. But instead, he said something that felt... real. “Let it fall apart? How am I supposed to let everything just... fall apart?” “You don’t always have to have everything together, Anastasia. Sometimes, the only way to rebuild is to let things fall apart. You can’t fix what’s broken if you’re still trying to hold it together, pretending everything’s fine.”

Then a laugh that sounds as if it could have come from the devil himself follows. I fly straight up in the bed and try to climb out, only to fall out of the bed and onto the ground. I’m on my knees, bent over on the floor, gasping for air, with one hand on my throat, searching for the hands that were trying to make me lifeless, and the other hand holding me up, along with my knees.