Words To Falling Slowly Novels & Stories

I whispered to myself. Fine. If I am going down, I choose how I hit the bottom. I dropped my hands. The moment my resistance broke, the hands jerked downward with terrifying speed, plunging my entire body into a black, bottomless abyss. I closed my eyes, bracing for the final impact against the bedrock, waiting for the dark to take everything. The wind roared past my ears as I fell, a cold, whistling current that smelled of pine and old blood. It felt like an endless drop, the air stripping the warmth from my skin.

"Zachary really fell for you at first sight, huh? You must have some crazy charm. "He fell in love instantly, and you believe love grows with time. You two are perfect for each other. But now I know— his love at first sight had long since faded. Time had worn it down to nothing but indifference.

ELIOT'S POV How do things switch up so fast? How do scenes, peaceful scenes, everything that once seemed so calm, so warm and hella satisfying... How do they all switch up so fast? How?! "Someone just fell," A person breathed next to me. Everyone frozen in their tracks, scattered. Listening as one voice stretched loud in the air. Fading. Falling. Familiar. Oh so fucking familiar... "Someone just fell!" Another person repeated now, moving.

The counting didn’t help this time. Every time she closed her eyes, the night replayed itself in fragments. Cassian’s hand at her back. The deliberate brush of his thumb against her wrist. Adrian’s voice saying her name like it still belonged to him. Damian’s smile. Serena’s warning. The way the room bent without asking her permission. Collision. That was the word that kept circling. At some point, exhaustion won. Sleep took her like a thief. — She dreamed of falling. Not the dramatic kind. No screaming. No wind. Just the quiet, awful sensation of realizing there was no ground anymore. Gravity pulling, steady and indifferent.

"I walked past you and something told me to look to the right. I did and I kid you not, my heart fucking stopped. It stopped. So pretty. But then we spent time together. And every passing minute we did, I liked you more and more." Screw the cheek biting. I'm just letting the tears flow. I know where this is going, or at least I hope I know, and I hate that I'm crying through it because I don't want to miss anything but at the same time, I can't stop the tears from happening. "Every day we spend together, I fall harder. I don't think I'll ever stop. You've given me more than I ever dreamed of having in my life and I feel like the luckiest man in the world that I get to call you mine."

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.

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.

“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.