7 Years By Lukas Graham Song Novels & Stories

She handed her daughter to Keith and added, "Sing for your aunt, Lucas, baby." Lucas let out a low growl, and the adults laugh. Keith said, "He ain't a baby no more." Lucas began to strum his guitar before singing the lyrics of Best Day of My Life by American Authors. ~" I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds" ~ "Yeah!" Evan said, facing the back of the bus and clapping his hands. Everyone's attention was on Lucas while snapping their fingers and clapping their hands to the tune.

Only then did he see clearly that the figure on stage wasn't Anna at all. "Anna, Clara, where did you go?" Security hauled Micah out of the concert hall while he unconsciously called out our names. But it was far too late now. We'd long since built better lives. … Seven years later, cold moonlight flooded the streets of Lurich on a winter night. Micah stood outside the glass window of my piano studio, watching me guide a student's fingering under the warm yellow lights. I'd pulled my long hair into a loose bun and was gently rocking an autistic boy's hand over the piano keys.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

I never expected the once-proud Dylan to look so haggard in just over a month. Perhaps it was because of the car accident. “So quick to find a replacement, huh?” Dylan glanced at Ethan with a sneer. “Lydia has broken up with you. She’s my girlfriend now. Please don’t bother her again,” Ethan said, stepping between Dylan and me. “She’s been with me for seven years. Our matters have nothing to do with an outsider like you.” Dylan circled Ethan, then took out a diamond ring and handed it to me.

He smirked, leaning down to have his face just a few inches from mine. “Sir please, I am not playing any kind of game with—” “Game?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave as if I sparked an idea in his wicked mind. Chuckling, he took a few strands of my hair, twirling it in his fingers. “…do you know the game, seven minutes in heaven?” “Yes, I do, sir…” hearing that, he pulled away, only to hook me closer by pulling me by my waist. His big hand is feeling me directly under my white top. “Uhm…I don’t think it is appropriate for me to-”

As Thinking About Your Love by Kenny Thomas began to blare lightly from the speakers, Damien relaxed into his seat and continued driving, hoping for a reaction, if she heard it that is. They both used to love this song when they were younger, and it was one of the favorites. Anytime it began to play, Madison would begin to sing along, and they even used to make jokes about it before, because she had a sweet soothing voice but Damien always made fun about it, teasing her at the same time. He couldn't help himself as he also began to hum lightly to the tune, all the while keeping a watchful eye on Madison as he continued to drive.

Every instinct tells me to challenge him, to wipe that maddening certainty from his face. “And what exactly makes you think you know me well enough to decide that?”I ask as I school my expression which still remains impassive, but beneath it irritation coils tighter with annoyance. He’s always been a smug mysterious bastard! “You’ve known me for all of twelve hours,” I point out, unable to keep the skepticism from my voice. He doesn’t so much as blink as he cuts me off his voice booming off the room. “I’ve studied you for seven years.”He says as his words stop me cold.

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.