You Won't See Me Fall Apart Novels & Stories

I stuttered realizing that I didn’t really look at it before. “Shit, I don’t have insurance.” I mumbled thinking back to the renewal forms I forgot to fill out a few months ago. I could feel myself starting to fall apart. What a shit show of a day. I had held it together as best I could, but I was running out of fight. I had pulled myself out of my tantrum, didn’t run over that disgusting excuse for a man and even got myself out of my self-loathing long enough to get to the store for needed self-care. My therapist would be proud.

I couldn't fight back. I couldn't do anything but lay there. "I have a new club in L.A princess and you'll be working for me - again", Zed say before I saw him raise his foot and before I could move, it connected with my face and everything went black.

I don’t have to keep fighting this invisible battle with myself, trying to be something I’m not. It is OK to fall apart and pick up the pieces. The boy—me—stares at me, waiting. His eyes are still full of fear, but I see something else there too. A flicker of hope. A glimmer of something that says maybe he believes, just for a second, that he’s not worthless. Maybe I’m not worthless.

“How can I believe that? How can I trust anything you say when I know you’re capable of planning something so calculated?” “You can’t. I know you can’t.” He looked broken. Utterly destroyed. “But I’m standing here anyway. I’m standing in this rain for as long as it takes. I’m making myself a public spectacle. I’m letting the whole world see me fall apart. Because I need you to know that this is real. What I feel for you is real.” I was crying openly now. “Standing in the rain doesn’t prove anything.”

A sure given way to help me get out of my head after the kind of day I had which I really don’t want to think about. Is it the day or a person you don’t want to think about? “Come on, Dorey,” someone at the far end of the crowd shouts my stage name, waggling his tongue at me like a dog. The lights here are positioned in such a way that it’s on me, but I can make out the woman clearly. “We’re not feeling it.” Not feeling it? What can I do about that?

"Look at me, Aiden. Do you really need to ask that question?" "I don't know anymore," I sob softly, pulling back from his touch because the sheer weight of everything is crushing my chest from the inside out. "Everything is falling apart. My body is failing, the resistance is tearing itself to pieces, and every time I look at you, I'm terrified that I'm dragging you down into a grave you already crawled out of once."

Please… “I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner,” I whispered into the clear stone. “I thought I could carry it all. But I can’t. Everything’s falling apart… I’m falling apart, I am broken Mira.” I need you, please, tears dropped down my eyes as I couldn't bear the burden alone anymore..

“I feel… I feel like I’m falling apart, Kael. I… I can’t…” “You’re not falling apart, and I will never let you fall.” he said, taking both of my hands in his. I wanted to scream at him, to push him away, to collapse entirely, but part of me clung to the steadiness in his words, to the fact that someone else felt this weight with me, even if only partially.

“Look at me. Look at me right now.” Her eyes found mine and they were the worst eyes I’d ever seen, empty in a way that was entirely wrong for her, and I understood she was about two seconds from completely shutting down and I couldn’t let that happen, not yet, not until we had him back. “I need you with me,” I said. “Right now. You can fall apart after, I promise you can fall apart after, but right now I need you with me. Do you understand?” Something came back into her eyes. Not much, but enough.

"Imagine living every day of your life with your parents, with your siblings and your best friend in one house but the only difference is that all those people were in one body. Imagine you were always together, day in, day out... Always. Imagine having your soulmate since the day you were born, imagine being complete even when you're incomplete because you're missing so much shit... Imagine being at the top of the world even when you're been prohibited of simple mundane things, imagine being happy regardless of all the shit around you. And then imagine one person come suddey and snatch it all from you. Imagine your bones breaking one by one, all 206 of them. imagine your heart shattering, i