A Match Into Water Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Stop calling me that absurd name. My name is Janice.” “And no amount of pleading would make me forgive you for what you did.” She retorted, scowling. Then, let her robe slide down. She felt his eyes on her, but didn't bother to cover, since he had seen her bare too many times. She tested the temperature of the water first with a foot, before soaking herself in. Likewise, she closed her eyes to stop her from gazing at him. “I didn't mean to be that harsh.” Jules pulled himself from the doorway and stepped towards the bathtub.

I head into the bathroom, humming without realizing it. Warm water hits my skin, and I start singing along softly to From Eden by Hozier that played from my phone. 'Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword. Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.'

Aden "My love is feeling sad already. Don't worry its just a matter of one day. I will be here infront of your eyes from tomorrow on." I picked up the glass of water and placed it infront of her. She was killing me by her furious gaze. Aden "Drink some water my love. You would feel better." Mel "Get Lost" She picked up the glass and throw it towards me in her anger. It tried to move away but it touched my arm and fell on the ground behind me. The water from the glass was making her table and her papers wet. Some water also fell on my shirt.

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶

I started singing with all my strength, imagining that my microphone was the shampoo. "When I'm falling down... Will you pick me up again? When I'm too far gone, dead in the eyes of my friends. Will you take me out of here? When I'm staring down the barrel. When I'm blinded by the lights, when I cannot see your face... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... Take me out of here... TAKE ME OUT OF HERE!." As the instrumental part came on, I started jumping and moving my wet hair all over the place as if I was at a rock concert.

Rain hammered against our faces while thunder cracked above us. My body shook uncontrollably from cold and fear. David kept one arm firmly around my waist while using the other to fight against the water. The closeness between us became unavoidable now. My chest pressed tightly against his. His breathing brushed against my forehead. Every hard muscle beneath his soaked shirt felt painfully real against my body. The dangerous awareness between us returned instantly. Even here. Even now. Another violent wave crashed over us. I coughed hard as David pulled me even closer protectively.

I looked straight ahead at the officiant and told myself to breathe normally. She started talking. She had clearly done this many times. The words came out practiced and even and not unkind, just efficient, the way someone says something they have said hundreds of times and still tries to mean it. She talked about commitment and partnership and choosing each other. I thought about Walter squeezing my hand this morning and saying you do what you need to do today. I thought about the specialist's number. I thought about Derek's name on my phone screen with his hand pressed flat trying to explain something that had no good explanation.

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

Picking it up carefully, a silent plea echoed in my chest with every drop—hope entrusted to liquid light. Gently, I lifted Victor's head, cradling him as I brought the flask to his lips. "This has to work," I murmured, tipping it slightly so the altered water could slide into his mouth, each drop a prayer.

It was a picture taken when Clayton proposed to me. That summer, I said to him, “Clayton, if you ever decide to propose, promise me there will be fireworks. “Our love should be as bright and beautiful as fireworks.” In the end, when Clayton proposed, he set off fireworks across the entire city for me. Under the fireworks, we made wishes to cherish each other and grow old together. However, we forgot that fireworks were fleeting by nature. After the brief, brilliant display, nothing remained. Clayton remembered that day, too.