You Won't See Me Fall Apart 소설 & 이야기

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.

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

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.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------------------

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."

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

Instinctively, I clutched my belly, my voice barely a whisper. “Hospital… take me to the hospital.” Dario looked down at me, irritation clouding his eyes. “It’s just a fall. Is that really necessary? Get up. You’re not a child. Stop pretending to be so fragile.” But the pain kept getting worse. I couldn’t even form words anymore. Maybe it was the sweat pouring down my face, or the fact that I couldn’t raise my head, but for the first time, a flicker of panic flashed across Dario’s face.