Semua Bab The Sound Of Your Heart : Bab 31 - Bab 40

CALEB Tonight was a night of nerves and excitement. The school's annual talent show was upon us, and everyone had been buzzing with anticipation for weeks. As I stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the bowtie for what felt like the tenth time, frustration started to creep in. I wanted to look flawless, not just to impress everyone else, but especially Miles. Miles was the boy with the warmest smile and the kindest eyes. He had a way of effortlessly captivating me when I was around him. He was charismatic and talented, and as luck would have it, he was also going to be performing tonight, with me. My heart raced at the thought of impressing him, even though I knew deep down that it was a long shot. Feeling the knot coming apart again, I let out a frustrated sigh. I couldn't afford any more mistakes; I had to get it right this time. I recalled the countless YouTube tutorials I had watched, studying each step with the intensity of a detective solving a crime. How could tying a bow

SCOTT After the talent show, my wife, and my son Jackson went straight home. As I sat on the couch waiting for Miles to be home, I couldn't help but think about what had happened earlier. It wasn't my first time seeing him play the piano, but it was indeed my first time hearing him sing. On the drive home, my wife and I couldn't stop talking about how incredible Miles' performance was. We marveled at his growth and the way he had captivated everyone in the room. We were eager to share our joy with him and let him know just how impressed we were. As soon as we arrived home, I settled down on our living room couch, eagerly awaiting Miles' return. The warmth of the house embraced me as I sat there, lost in thought. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by emotions, with pride and love for my son bubbling up inside me. Suddenly, memories flooded my mind, transporting me back to a time when our family used to play at the subway station. A wide grin spread across my face as I reminisced

JESSICA As I lay in bed, my mind raced with thoughts of the events that had transpired that day at school. The memory of Tyler's confession still lingered in my head, like a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe how I had reacted—making a scene and causing such a commotion without even considering the potential consequences for others. And now, as I scrolled through the school's website and saw the countless comments and messages condemning Tyler's actions, I felt a deep sense of guilt and regret. How could I have been so thoughtless? How could I not have seen the harm that my words and actions could cause? I knew that Tyler was struggling, and yet I had added to his pain and humiliation without any regard for his feelings. As I lay there, unable to shake off these negative emotions, I realized that I needed to make things right. I needed to apologize to Tyler and do whatever it took to repair our friendship. It wouldn't be easy, but I knew it was necessary if I wanted to move

JESSICA As the night descended, the shadows grew long and dark, casting an eerie glow over everything as the streets were adorned with streetlamps, save for the distant hum of crickets and the occasional barking of dogs. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I drove my car towards my aunt's Wedding Anniversary Party, while the memory of my mother's recent conversation with that psychiatrist still lingered in my mind. I sighed to calm myself, the air around me seemed to shift and ripple like a heat mirage on a summer day. The tension in my shoulders eased ever so slightly as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cool night air wash over me. When I opened my eyes again, everything looked different - the neon lights of the city seemed brighter, the sounds of traffic more distant, and the stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet blackness of the sky. It was then that I knew something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

EMILY As we all sat down at the dinner table, I couldn't help but notice how grumpy Dad's expression was. His brows met, and there was anger and frustration in his eyes. He must be having a bad day today. "How was your day?" my mom asked as she handed the mashed potatoes to Dad. Dad took a deep breath before answering, his voice low and gruff. "It was a long day," he said, his jaw clenched. "I had to deal with a lot of stuff at work, and then I lost 3-star players off my team." I could feel my eyes rolling in my head before he even finished the sentence. Meredith caught my reaction and let out a chuckle. She must have gotten my humor because she knew exactly what was coming. As we began eating our dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust listening to Dad's empathetic way of sharing about his day. He was talking about how difficult it was to lose his three best players, how it was going to affect our chances in the tournament, and how he was struggling to find new playe