Better Left Unsaid Song Novels & Stories

"I've been coming down with a nasty cold. Wouldn't want to pass my germs onto Diana." With Diana's mood tanking, the party wrapped up early. Everyone started filtering out of the room. One of them called out to her, teasing, "Diana, are you still hung up on that adopted husband of yours?" That term made Diana's skin crawl. She knew how these people looked down on me. "Don't call him that," she warned. "How many times do I have to say it?" The guy shrugged. "Come on, we've all called him that before, and you never argued about it."

Her mother had pointed at the circle of boys downstairs and asked gently, "Tamara, which one do you like? Choose one, and he'll go to school with you from now on, okay?" Tamara had thought for a long time before pointing at a boy standing in the corner. "He looks really lonely. I'll keep him company from now on." "So… Braxton Merrick, it wasn't you who chose me. I was the one who chose you. But now… I regret it," she mused to herself. Tamara looked up at the massive wedding portrait on the wall and hurled her phone at it. The glass shattered on impact.

It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go Was never the right time, whenever you called Went little, by little, by little until there was nothing at all Our every moment, I start to replay But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face When you hurt under the surface Like troubled water running cold Well, time can heal but this won't So, before you go Was there something I could've said To make your heart beat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said To make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go So, before you go Was the

When I took my diagnosis of heart failure to my boss and asked for time off, he shot me down with two words. "Not approved." I pointed to the diagnosis. "I could drop dead at any moment." He pushed the report back to the edge of his desk. "But you're not dead yet, are you? This project is at a critical stage. Don't even think about slacking off and trying to get out of work." I stared at him for two seconds before nodding. "Fine. You win." The next day, I walked into the conference room right on time with a portable medical oxygen tank. Everything suddenly went black while I was presenting the fourth version of our proposal to the client. I had collapsed face-first onto the conference t

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say

"You can't just act like nothing happened back there." The mere thought of stepping back out there causes my stomach to churn. "Look, Blake, I really don't wanna talk about this right now," I shake my head, refusing to share anything with him. His gaze remains skeptical for a minute longer before he quietly speaks up. "Alexa, you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to. I just want to make sure you're okay." "I'm going to go, it was a bad idea coming and I'm sorry for ruining your party. Tell Alison and Madison that I'm sorry for leaving so soon." I begin to make my way past him until his fingers lace around my wrist, causing me to turn around and face him again.

~I break down, only alone I will cry out loud You'll never see what's hiding out Hiding out deep down, yeah, yeah I know I've heard that to let your feelings show Is the only way to make friendships grow But I'm too afraid now, yeah, yeah~ -(Sia) Unstoppable ---- ----- -- ----- ----------- --------- ---------- ----------

I said, Some people fall in love With the wrong people sometimes Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay In the end, it's better for me That's the moral of the story babe Oh, oh Oh-ooh-oh Woo, oh Oh-ooh-oh Oh, oh Oh-oh-oh Woo oh Oh-ooh They say it's better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all That could be a load of shit But I just need to tell you all Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay You can think that you're in love When you're really just engaged Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay In the end, it's better for me

unsaid. Air trapped painfully in my lungs as the music rose, her fingers moving faster over the strings, creating heartbreak and loneliness. Her voice became desperate, belting out the next verses with her eyes closed. I was screaming to be free. I was screaming just to be. I was screaming for someone to hear me. I'm forever screaming for you to see. I went willingly, willingly where you led. And you left me nothing more than words...unsaid. Reduced to words...unsaid.

The world didn’t break. It just settled. Cairo didn’t lash out. He didn’t yell. His expression didn’t twist. But something in him fractured, silently, like glass cracking without shattering. He nodded once a movement so small it was almost invisible. Then his voice came soft, certain, final. “This is not over.” He turned and walked out. No army. No threat. Just certainty. The doors closed behind him with a sound that felt like the beginning of something none of us were ready for.