Another Day Lyrics Novels & Stories

The song was starting so I had to sing. 🎵Weight of the world on your shoulders.🎵 🎵 I'll kiss your waist and ease your mind.🎵 🎵I must be favored to know you🎵 🎵I take my hands and trace your lines🎵 Eve giggled loudly and blushed. 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵 🎵Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday (a week).🎵

I'm tripping on words You got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me And all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you There's something about you now That I can't quite figure out Everything she does is beautiful Everything she does is right 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my

“Woke up this morning with books in my bed, Bad vibes follow, like a test I'll dread. Stumbled through the school, backpack heavy as lead, Missed the bell, and now the teacher's shaking their head. But I'll keep on walking, through the crowded halls, Every pop quiz, every stumble, every grade that falls. 'Cause I know deep down, in the mess I'm in, I'll find the answers, let the new day begin.” I listened to the majestic and sweet voice of Midnight Wolf, daydreaming and smiling the whole time. Truly, his voice soothes me. My bad day turned better with Midnight Wolf’s serenade.

Jeremy's words cut like twin daggers, each one plunging deep into my chest. My ravaged body could no longer hold itself up, and I crumpled backward. Just as my consciousness wavered, one of the nannies, Marilyn Turner, rushed down from the second floor, shouting, "Mr. Sterling! Mrs. Sterling! Carl's burning up!" Through my hazy vision, I saw Carl cradled in her arms, his face flushed crimson, his eyes tightly shut, and his lips murmuring faintly.

Let’s survive this together, please. My eyes shut as I press my palm flatter. One day at a time. Whatever tomorrow brings, just stay with me.

One day at a time. Starting with tomorrow.

As I lost consciousness, I saw Levi running toward me. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectants filled the air, and Levi sat beside me. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he grabbed my hand tightly. He asked, "Caitlyn, are you feeling better?" I yanked my hand away and remained silent, knowing that words would not matter. Levi grew anxious when he saw my empty stare. "Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?"

I locked myself in for the next couple of days, barely eating, slipping in and out of sleep where dreams of Lucy, Vincent, and I in Hawaii tormented me. I lost sense of time. If I was hungry, I ate. If I was tired, I slept. I didn’t rush the sorrow. I let it settle in, knowing I had to process everything before moving on. After all, I wasn’t a robot. I had emotions. But in the end, I overestimated my strength. I passed out in that little apartment, and when I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed. And next to me—Vincent.

I let him support me as we walked up the stairs, step by step. He settled me into bed, tucked the blanket around me, and spoke gently. "Be good and sleep. Don't think about anything. Everything will be better tomorrow." I closed my eyes. A moment later, I felt his light kiss fall on my forehead. The door closed softly behind him, and the room sank into silence. My eyes snapped open. Tears slid silently across my entire face. 'Eric, there is no tomorrow for us. Our world ended the moment you chose to plan that death.'

I had always told myself it was temporary, that he was building something for us, that one day all the waiting would turn into a life. A home, a family, a future we had both spent years pretending was only one more busy season away. That morning, I had been close enough to touch it. Then he walked out of the room for another woman and told me to wait. I didn't answer him. For a few minutes, I sat there and cried until my chest ached. Then I wiped my face as best I could, took the veil from my hair, and stood carefully. My ankle hurt when I put weight on it. I walked anyway.