Words To Falling Slowly Novels & Stories

The clock struck midnight as the moon climbed to its zenith. I lay in bed, feeling my wolf spirit slipping away, piece by piece. It was a slow, receding tide, pulling all the life from me. “Aria! Hold on!” My mother’s voice sounded distant, though she gripped my hand tightly. “The healer is almost here!” I tried to answer, to reassure her, but no sound came out. My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray.

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.

Not dramatic. Just endless. Tears slipped down one after another until even crying became exhausting. "I didn't betray you..." The words barely left my lips. "I swear..." The wind carried them away. My breathing remained uneven for a long time. Every few minutes another wave would crash into me. My chest would tighten. My hands would shake. I'd think it was beginning all over again. Then it would slowly ease. Only to return once more. Somewhere in the middle of it, a small part of me, distant and quiet, wondered if this was what dying slowly felt like. Not a single moment. Just wave after wave, wearing a person down until there was nothing left to wear down.

Slowly. And then all at once.

You make not falling for you harder. ****

The door suddenly closed and she pushed me to the big hole and in an instant, I fell. I fall and fall like there is no end. “Aaaahh!!!” I shouted because of the never-ending fall. I saw her watching me fall with her cold eyes and emotionless face. I keep on falling like I was falling from a very tall building. The pressure is pulling me down. I don’t know where my falling ends but this is better than getting stuck in a place full of agony and hatred. I keep on falling and falling and falling…

Falling should have meant silence. Instead, it came with his name tearing from my throat and the terrifying certainty that the man reaching for me might no longer belong to the world I knew. --- I was falling. Not slipping. Not stumbling. Falling clean and endless, like gravity itself had decided to make an example of me. The wind tore the scream from my lungs as the penthouse lights vanished above, replaced by darkness streaked with broken glass and city glow far below. My arms flailed uselessly, grasping for anything anyone.

The fall was happening, slow, steady, and impossibly deep. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop it anymore.

They jiggle around with each step as her perfectly shaped legs walk slowly towards the pool. Fucking hell!