Beautiful Things Chords Novels & Stories

Atticus Two Months Later The hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent. Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

She stopped beneath the new trees and looked up. She felt the peace there, and it made her happy. She didn’t know the story of Corvus and Nia. She only knew that this was a good place. She reached out and touched the trunk of one of the trees. And as she did, her humming changed. Without thinking, without trying, the wandering melody resolved itself into a single, perfect, beautiful chord. It was a chord that contained both joy and sorrow, endings and beginnings, silence and sound. It was the chord of eternity.

My words really got to him. The doors opened as I took in the environment once again. The colour was very similar to the gate's colour. The real difference was that the butter dominated the maroon inside. We got to the main parlour. The whole place was fully decorated. Abigail really did a great job. I loved the way the violet coloured sofa blended so well with the white coloured wall. The artworks she hanged on the wall were mesmerizing. I found myself feeling the painting with the tips of my fingers. The house was a duplex. The silver plates stair rims was shimmering. She did a great job.

Until now. As she stood in front of him wearing a blue dress which landed on her knees with matching jewelry, she looked cute with her unruly hair framing her heart-shaped face. Like an angel. And Aidan had found his heart beating fast at the sight in front of him and had felt an inexplicable urge to draw her in his arms. Which he had done. Surprised, Kate had looked at him her cheeks a rosy hue and Aidan had never found anyone more beautiful. She had smiled shyly and asked the reason for the hug.

Chorus: The gloomy day suddenly lights up brightly, Dancing in the rain confidently, Smile on cheeks, hair is flying in the breeze, Is his cute smile making me fall in love? The treasure grips the sky Greenery’s color brings warmth and sunshine, Everything is a breath, a masterpiece, Am I in love with creation now? Chorus: The gloomy day suddenly lights up brightly, Dancing in the rain confidently, Smile on cheeks, hair is flying in the breeze, Is his cute smile making me fall in love? Repeat Chorus Bridge: Am I in love now with the one that

I'm Rae who just might be okay in the end. Right here, in this spot, I feel happy. It's a light, cozy happiness that kisses your cheek in the morning and again before you fall asleep. It's breathless and smells like home. It's a cracked but lush sidewalk, filling up the holes with color and life. It's summer days and nights on the beach, hearing nothing but the waves. Happiness is me and my one true partner acting as a team and not as enemies. It's experiencing my lowest point then my highest, and being able to appreciate it, being able to let the past go.

Unable to fight my feelings for Caleb, I chose to surrender myself to him and savor the moment. The End.

“Let’s do this.” I grabbed my bass guitar and pulled up a stool. Conor fell into the melody seamlessly, and I closed my eyes, humming the words to the beat, my lips forming a smile as it fitted perfectly. Sure, there were probably some notes out of place here and there, and some chord changes were needed, but the beat, the pace . . . it was fucking perfect. It was Elena. All over. You’re not broken, baby, you ain’t shattered, Maybe a little cracked, but darlin’,

“I know.” “What’s the name of this piece?” “‘Les Adieux’ by Beethoven.” Beautiful, I thought. “Can you do another one?” “How about this one? I’m sure you’ll have heard it before.” Kat gracefully turned back to the piano, and her fingers effortlessly danced over the board, bringing the melody to life. The air sounded mysterious, and I immediately recognized it from movies I had watched before. It was a haunting piece that seemed to evoke a sense of longing and nostalgia in me. I slowly rocked my body to the tempo, feeling each note as if it were a part of me.