Words To Falling Slowly 소설 & 이야기

So did their steps slow down, the voices became short and inaudible as my pupils constricted and I could see no more. I was falling to the ground, my breath hitched as my lips spread open and I tried to scream but nothing left my lips as my body fell off, I was falling. I mumbled softly, “ Help me please.”

He looked at the approximate location where Hazel had fallen in the surveillance video, and his heart ached. He slowly walked towards that spot, stood there for a while, and then slowly crouched down. Thinking about how Hazel must have been in pain when she fell, he murmured to himself, "Hazel, you must have been in a lot of pain at the time, right? But now, my heart...it also hurts."

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ One step at a time right? Scoooot. Step. Scoooot. Step. See? Not that hard. Really not that hard. Even as I think those words, my body fights against me. Lots of slow, shallow breaths, inching forward until I'm just barely shuffling along. Shuffle. Shimmy, shimmy. Shuffle. I take another slow sliding step forward.

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

I stumbled. The world tilted. I fell.

The seconds stretched out, slow and heavy. Out came the words, spoken slow, easy to catch. “Next move… I break her completely.”

Elizabeth descended the staircase slowly, her expression painted in perfect sorrow. “Oh, poor thing,” she murmured, though her gaze gleamed. “She’s so terribly fragile. Perhaps the excitement was too much.” Whispers rippled again. “She’s not well, clearly.” “Do you think it was deliberate?” “No one would be so cruel, not here, not now.” But doubt lingered, heavy in the air. My head drooped forward, the room swaying. The poison inside me pulsed with the pain of the fall, spreading deeper, faster. My chest burned, every breath sharp as glass.

Air between us feels thick, though he acts like nothing's there at all. Fingers press against the balcony's stone rail, chilled by morning air. Below, earth tilts distant - too far to touch. A soft touch rides the space below my neck. It settles there without weight. Falling is what happens. No shout escapes. Resistance never shows up. A sudden gust lifts my dress, tangles strands of hair across my face. Above me, clouds blur into blue while the railing shrinks below. There goes Noah - walking away without a word. I fall.

Dust puffed into the air. I fell.

It wasn’t enough to hold me fully. But it slowed the fall. We went down together. And everything after that moved too fast and not fast enough at the same time.