Words To Falling Slowly Novels & Stories

Tes. The clear crystal finally fell along with the dam of sadness in her heart that collapsed. Cry out loud. The beginning was slow, but over time the sound of sobbing was very heartbreaking. Tears kept falling down, wetting her cheeks and the pillow she was using. **** To Be Continued.

I fell down. @SenaSen

I started walking slowly, trying my best not to pass out. " Just a little bit more Ara, hold on for a bit. ", I mumbled to myself I dragged myself to the river as I felt my body was slowly going to collapse. My vision started to blur, my eyelids getting heavy, my head spinning crazily, I couldn't feel my body any longer. Am I dying ? I totally lost myself and my body dropped to the ground, I could feel the cold water hitting my skin, all the noises in the background slowly fading away.

She fell rapidly to the ground. "Patriarch!"

Trying is the key word because I fell into the darkness despite my best efforts. “Just fucking great, the dropped down a bottomless pit bit. Great. If this is your doing, Bisnonna, we are having words later, and by words, I mean I’m going to cuss you out.” I grumbled, folding my arms as I made my endless descent into the void.

Tense, suffocating silence. Unease crawls up my spine, and before I even register what I’m doing, my feet are carrying me forward. "Who is—" The words die on my lips. The glass slips from my fingers. Time slows as it falls, crashing against the floor, shattering into a thousand glittering shards. But I don’t hear it. I don’t feel the tiny droplets of water splashing against my skin. Because all I can see… is them.

One more glance and those eyes closed. Slowly.

“But it doesn’t hurt.” He reached out, touching her cheek. “Perhaps this is what it means to be part of time.” She leaned into his touch. “To fade is not to vanish. It’s to become memory — to live inside everything you’ve touched.” He smiled, his fire trembling with emotion. “Then you will never fade entirely.” --- The Falling Star That night, as the Blood Moon watched in solemn silence, a single star broke free from the heavens. It fell slowly, gracefully — a streak of silver cutting across the sky.

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They had fallen. They had broken. They had rebuilt. And now—they were still falling.

My fingers, bloodless and frozen, started slipping inch by inch from the rail. "I'm falling," I cried out, watching in horror as my grip weakened. "I can't.