Novel & Cerita Words To Falling Slowly

I eased myself into a slow descent, using the jagged indentations on the wall to steadily lower myself down the wall. The glow of the moon working to my advantage as I drifted down the wall aided by the stone outcroppings visible on the wall. The prevailing chills were rapidly making my fingers go numb. My fingers roved across the wall searching for each crevice. Each dangerous slip, every precarious loss of footing sent my heart beating faster. I threw a furtive glance at the ground below for the umpteenth time—the drop was close now, but the guards.... I hope I am not caught. Not now.

Something loyal. Something patient. Something waiting. The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had been pulled down deliberately. And we were standing at the center of its collapse.

Her strength finally gave way. Her knees buckled. She sank slowly to the ground, her breathing coming in broken gasps, her vision fading. And then slowly, as she lay there on the floor, engulfed by rain and cold, her eyes began to close until everything went completely dark.

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.

But I felt myself leaving, slipping. So in a rush of despair I squeezed the person's hand... No, no, all things considered...I'm no longer with you...I feel myself drifting...leaving...floating..... - QUICKLY! BRING THE MATERIALS! THE RHYTHM OF HIS HEART IS SLOWING DOWN CONSIDERATELY! WE'RE GOING TO LOSE HER! I SAID WE'RE GOING TO LOSE HER!!! ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️

--- Like a heartbeat— --- Struggling to continue. --- “Elena… respond.” --- The voice again. --- Stronger this time. --- Closer. --- But still not enough to reach her. --- Because she was slipping. --- Not just physically. --- Something deeper. --- Her awareness fading at the edges. --- Her thoughts slowing. --- Fragmenting. --- The weightlessness shifted— --- Becoming heavier. --- Like something was pulling her down— --- Or pulling her apart. --- She exhaled softly.

The kind of silence that made it hard to breathe. It felt like time had slowed down, like the world outside had paused just to wait for his answer. I swallowed quietly, my hand moving again to my stomach without thinking. A small, protective gesture, one he didn’t miss. His eyes dropped to it for a brief second then returned to my face. Something flickered in his expression. Something softer. But it disappeared just as quickly as it came, replaced by something stronger, colder and certain. Then he spoke. “They fall.” The words were quiet, calm and simple but they hit harder than anything else he could have said because there was no anger in them, no rage, no emotion at all.

None apart from this. The surging is this. The welling is this. The flashing is this. No separation. The emotion subsides. Joy fades. Sorrow eases. Anger cools. All within this. None apart from this. The fading is this. The easing is this. The cooling is this. No separation. Every rise is this. Every fall is this. Every peak is this. Every valley is this. Every middle is this. No separation. The light that is. The love that is.

But confidence was fragile, all it took was a few cracks…And everything would begin to collapse. I took a slow sip, letting the taste linger as I thought about what came next. Soon, the questions would turn into concerns, the concerns would turn into discussions, and the discussions would turn into decisions. Decisions that would slowly strip her of the power she held so tightly. I set the glass down gently, my fingers tapping against the table. “This is how you fall, piece by piece until there’s nothing left to hold on to.” I said under my breath. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze fixed ahead, as if I could already see it happening.

I stuck my tongue out and tried to reach for the drop I could feel cascading down my cheek, but it wasn’t accessible. My fingers began to slip, the cold, damp surface offering little grip as panic surged through me. In an instant, I lost my footing completely, leaving only my desperate fingers to cling to the edge—my only barrier between life and the churning abyss below. “Cassie, I can’t! I’m falling!” I called out, my voice trembling.