Slowly Falling

Slowly Falling

  • WpView
    Reads 9
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 13, 2019
"he loves me...he loves me not... he loves me... he loves me not...", I think to myself as I pick petals off a dying rose. "..he loves me... he loves me... not". I never liked this game anyways. I always feel stupid falling in love, it seems as though everyone I meet I get crazy for, but the boy that I love might just push me off the edge. Conflicted between, my mind, heart, and soul I just want to jump into his arms, hoping he doesn't let me fall. ~he's my dream boy, my fairytale ending~
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Let's be Together
  • My untold love (Complete)- Under Re-Edition.
  • Tumor Love
  • MY HIDDEN THERAPY
  • Belong To You
  • Destined By Fate
  • Beneath The Surface
  • Til' You Kissed Me
  • Desire (Completed)
  • A Forever That Lasted

A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines