Fallingapart Stories

You & Me Painting our scars into Masterpeices ~NityAnsh "𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑲𝒂 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑳𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒊 𝒀𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒂" ~ ♪𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 "I know, every love story is not a fairytale. Yet, I wish for one" ~Nitya Singhania "I've seen the consequence of love once and never dared to walk over that path again. Yet, I crave comfort everyday" ~Ayaansh Singh Rajput

Arianna has been having a rough life. her dad dieing and her mom getting in trouble. she gets to the point that she trys to kill herself. Dustin finds her and trys to stop her he ends up getting her to relize that she is more then what she worth. she finally gets to the point where she only wants to be left alone but Dustin changes her mind.

A story of two best friends, more like brother and sister, how they met on facebook, how they become best friends, how easily they talked about everything, and how they fell apart. Just because they grew up. Or maybe life changes a person and they can't control it. They just have to live through the odds of life.

Run! Stay Away from them! Don't get bit! Avoid the cracks! Don't Fall! I had no clue what my parents were telling me,until I realized.Everything we cared about, all our fave places and people were slowly drifting away.I ran away from my home town,Met few people to escaped with,Ran to a nearest safe place,but no matter where we were going,we still had no where to go because it was The End,The End where I live life,The End where I spent time with my fave people going to my fave places, The End where I spend time with him.

Us

How do you spend your last days, knowing the person you love is going to die. How do you act strong when all you want to do is fall apart.

Loving Mark was never supposed to be easy. What started as annoyance quickly turned into something deeper-something forbidden. Clara knew from the beginning that their love had to stay hidden, that secrecy would be the price of wanting him. But the deeper she falls, the more unbearable it becomes. How do you love someone who won't even say the words out loud? Mark has always been careful, always in control. Until Clara. She shakes the ground beneath him, makes him want things he shouldn't, makes him reckless in ways that could ruin them both. He wants to keep her, protect her, but the only way to do that is to keep their love in the dark. And in doing so, he might just lose her. A relationship built on stolen moments and whispered promises-how long before it all comes crashing down? A story about passion, restraint, and the unbearable weight of love left unspoken.

poems I've written about love, heartbreak and day to day life as a teenage girl<3

This is my story. The good. The bad. The happy. And the sad. Take whatever lesson you want from it. I hhoe I can help someone.

🌹 Story Description She gave him her heart. He gave it to someone else. On the night Amara planned to tell her husband she was pregnant, he was holding another woman-and it wasn't by accident. Once the love of her life, Rayan is now a cold-hearted CEO tangled in power, pride, and the arms of his first love. But when betrayal turns deadly and Amara is pushed into a pool by the very woman he now protects, Rayan dives in... Only to save the wrong woman first. Now pregnant, humiliated, and alone, Amara faces the unthinkable-loss, silence, and the death of the future she dreamed of. So she walks away, not just from her marriage, but from the ashes of the woman she used to be. Until fate brings them back together. Until guilt begins to crack Rayan's perfectly built empire. Until love demands more than just regret. Some scars don't fade. Some names stay written in pain. But in the ruins of what they were, can two broken hearts build something worth saving? "He watched her drown. Now he wants to be the one who saves her."

» just like things, people fall apart too A series of poems. | Completed | - Highest Rankings - #12 in fallingapart

On a Sunday evening at a high cliff, Mila finds her self drowning into the sunset with her deep mind reflections. After a few tough years, she finally realized how much time she waisted of her early youth. Relationships, family, school and the way she chose to build her personality made her lead the wrong way and have a solid break down. Will Mila be brave enough to stand on her feets again and start all over again? What more can she face in her twenties? How can she beat her past and walk away?

"I'm afraid of falling again," I sigh as tears swell up in my eye. "I'll always be there to catch you," he whispers as he wipes away the tear rolling down my face.

I swear I escaped this version of myself. So why does the dark feel familiar again? No one notices when you start falling back into yourself. Because you still laugh. Still reply. Still pretend. Meanwhile, your mind is a burning building and somehow you're expected to act normal. Maybe I'm healing. Maybe I'm spiraling. At this point, even I can't tell.

I suddenly find myself in the middle of a panic attack as sudden realization takes over. I kick and thrash sporadically inside a lab tube, battling for even an inch of oxygen as I pound forcefully against the Plexiglas surrounding. In last hopes I float to the surface, I press my face against the top of the tube. Water splashes in my mouth as it fills my lungs with water, and leaving me helplessly and desperately gasping for air, a simple element I never thought I would long so much for. All I can do is stare blankly with no reaction as the tube fills to the rim and I accept that I finally, this time, actually might die. In no sort of control I feel my own body begin to submerge and my life flash before my eyes, but I don't feel like a failure instead, proud of myself for growing from the coward I once use to be back at the bailiwick, afraid to even pick up a knife, definitely not a pistol. In my flashbacks I see us, all of us; dead and still alive, Phoebe, Lara, Link, Lussier, and very last, Opal. We all were in this for one purpose and we served our purposes fully and as much as we could and I hope the others will complete the task left by us and no more lives lost. With that last thought, I purposefully submit and submerge myself deeper into the tube, water enveloping my crouched form. I shed a tear but it's hidden by the water, helping me to drown, useless, especially now that I'm dying, the karma. I take a last glance at the augmented and blurry laboratory where I, Finnick Freedman will finally die. I take the final step in my mind, accepting my fate, death has just finally caught up to me, I had lived longer than I was even supposed to anyways I suppose. It's my time to make the term. I close my eyes. Suddenly, It all hit me. This was all fake, an alternate reality, a simulation. Nothing was real. I felt myself breathing again. I opened my eyes...

This is a book of poems that I have written. Please don't judge. Please let me know what you think. Again hate kills. So don't do that. It's not right.

Asuka Hayato has lived her life with her Mother after the horrific murder of her father, Asuka is kept as a working slave for her Mother for 3 years, cleaning, cooking all that stuff. But when a break in happens in their mansion Asuka's life will change for better or worse...?

I wish that he could just stop acting like he cares. No one can care for someone as fucked up as me. I'm slowly falling apart and he can't do anything about it. -Hailey Edwards

Book 2 of The Boy Next Door. Sam and Blake are back! But with twins? Follow their journey of pregnancy and kids, and maybe a marriage in there.