You Won't See Me Fall Apart Novels & Stories

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

It's not for him, not really. It’s for me. To say: You’re alive. And that’s enough—for now. Then I vanish. Out the door. Out of their reach. Because if I stay any longer, I’ll fall to the floor and never get up. And I can’t fall apart again. Not when I’ve only just started to hold the pieces together.

Though as I sat there and stared at a picture of Rose, my bestfriend, I could feel the it being chipped away and it was on a matter of time. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again. I was lost and falling apart. I wasn’t fine and I was beginning to think I never would be again.

But today, under its unwavering gaze, I feel an unsettling mix of exposure and defiance. I realized I need to get dressed; the thought of being watched through that invasive camera, seeing me so broken and vulnerable, compels me to move. Shaking, I attempt to stand, but my legs, weak and unsteady, fail me, and I fall, my knee colliding sharply with the coffee table. A yelp escapes my lips as pain jolts through me, followed by a flood of tears.

“That’s because I hate watching you fall apart.” He closed his eyes. “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not.” He didn’t argue. I sat on the edge of his desk. “You’ve been holding everything in for so long. Even when you’re breaking, you won’t ask for help.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. “I can’t afford to fall apart.” “But you already are. And it’s okay.” He looked up at me then. Raw. Real. “I’ve survived worse.”

Her voice trembles and it’s taking every bit of me not to fall apart. “Baby, listen to me... please...” “No.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kayle sighed and then turned her phone off. Jess and Chandler did the same. "Fawn, he's not worth it, I know you loved him so much--" "Love, present tense." I cut her off. "Okay, okay. I know you LOVE him so much but I hope after tomorrow at school, try to compose yourself and let him see that even if you're sad and scarred, you still have the gut to look good and not emotionally breakdown in front of him, okay?" Jess said, convincing me to get my shit together and try to avoid breakdowns in public.

“Well forgive me for wanting to see you both so we could talk..” “Talk? Did you just say talk?”Brandon snapped at me. “Yes, Brandon! To talk!” I snapped right back and the room fell silent once more. I got bored of hearing nothing but the sounds of the crickets, so I decided to speak calmly this time. “I can’t keep watching us fall apart.” My voice deceived me trembling right out. I am supposed to prove that I am strong enough so I can be taken seriously and not from a path of desperation.

I got into my car, started the engine, and as the tears spilled freely now, one thought echoed louder than the rest: I need to see Nova. Because if I was going to fall apart tonight… I didn’t want to fall alone.

How can one person know all the right words? Vanessa sighed. What was she doing? "I really just got out of a relationship. I really shouldn't be doing this. I should be—” "Heartbroken?" His voice came out a little forced. Like he spat it with disgust, and in that moment, it was as though a different person had spoken. But then he cleared his throat and said, "When I met you, you didn't seem heartbroken. You seemed free."