Words To Falling Slowly Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Slowly slipping frpm her fingers like sand ___________ Theo felt the coldness and the degrees dropping in a freezing point as the life within him he felt as the mind was in more energy than his body. And dimming of the lights were more darker than he imagined of being. It was apathetic and loom as he inched walking on the vastness of the nothingness it was dark but he didnt feel that he was suffering for anything it was just him in the blank canvas of many things

𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗹�

And then I'm falling. To my very own ending.

I fell to the ground, as I was slowly losing my mind. What did I just do?

******* Excuse me miss... Emily looked towards Adrian's and what she saw almost made her drool. A young looking man with dark hair, crystal blue eyes and long lashes. Emily could only describe Adrian in one word. Angel... She said subconsciously as her eyes sparkled at the sight before her. She was frozen to the ground till Adrian walked up to her. She noticed the sad look on his face and wondered what it had to do with her. She frowned. Meanwhile Adrian was having a problem thinking of how to break the news to her when Emily suddenly spoke.

Something is wrong. -Decay. Crumbling death. Loss. Crushing me, pulling at my breath, my strength, the very earth beneath me weak and failing as Shaylee cried out in pain- No way was I holding back. Sassafras's right time to act had just shown up. ***

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

When I look into the mirror I see five of myself, all looking pale. Is it the wine? My fears are confirmed when I cough blood into the pristine sink. The red hue moves slowly down the drain as I start to fall. It has never been this painful before. I try to hold on tighter but my hand is slipping, my breath becoming heavier. “Drew…” I try to scream, but my body meets the floor before I can make a sound. The beeping of machines is like a distant song that’s all too familiar. It draws me out from an otherwise dreamless sleep which feels good for a change.