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Why is she so hurt by this? Song for the moment -Grace by Lewis Capaldi

She nodded her head, “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I just need some time to digest it.” “Take your time. I don’t want to have any bad air between us. I hope we can go back to our early selves when we started to work together. I want to have a good relationship with you. You are very close to my heart, just not in the way you want to. I want to treasure the people who have come along with me on my career journey. You mean a lot to me. Please don’t be sad. You are a very beautiful girl and I’m sure there will be someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved.” Vanessa had tears rolling down her cheeks. And her sobs were pretty audible.

Still, Charlie asked on purpose, "What does this mean?" Claire blushed a little shyly as she glared at him. "You really don't know, or are you just playing me?" Charlie smiled. "I know, but I still want to hear you say it." Claire laughed and told him, "It's the lyrics to a song." Whipping out her phone and tapping into her usual music tap, a soft tune started playing as a melodious voice sang: Love of my life, you've hurt me, You've broken my heart and now you leave me,

Her brown eyes met mine and her smile slowly disappeared. She hated me because I was a monster that had hurt her despite that she was innocent. I had vented out all my anger and frustrations on her. I plugged my earphones and played my favorite lyrics. Maybe they would help me clear my thoughts. Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me

The dried streaks on my cheeks were once again wet by a new bout of fresh tears. After a long time, I raised my phone with shaking hands and dialed Noah's number. "Noah, I fell in love with the wrong person. You can go ahead and rescind your investment, then get Starlight back. I'll return in a week for the arranged marriage." … The next day, the company held a meeting in its conference room. Along both sides of the long table sat a row of stony-faced shareholders.

“Shouldn’t I get to be... upset?” His jaw tightened. “You’re overreacting.” I stayed quiet "Trust me baby." He spoke softly. Shifting closer to cup my cheeks. “I trust you." I nodded, but I couldn’t feel anything. Not anger. Not sadness. Just this numb ache crawling through my chest. “Okay,” I whispered. “You good?” “Yeah.” But I wasn’t. His eyes searched mine. I forced a smile and wrapped my arms around him. I wouldn't waste another second fighting him.

“Thank you all for your support. This song is very special to me because it is a song that I wrote from personal experience. I hope this song can give strength to those who have experienced unrequited love.” Zavier felt his chest tighten at Nayla's words. He wanted to run up to the stage, hug Nayla and apologize for everything that had happened. If necessary, kneel before her. However, he knew that was impossible. She could only sit and watch from a distance, enduring the pain that continued to eat away at her heart. “Don't ever give up, because you know... out there, there are many beautiful things waiting for you,” she continued and then pressed her hand together to give the audience a lon

*** Song: Halsey (Sorry) I run away when things are good And never really understood The way you laid your eyes on me In ways that no one ever could And so it seems I broke your heart My ignorance has struck again I failed to see it from the start And tore you open till the end (Chorus) And am sorry to my unknown lover Sorry that I can't believe That anybody ever really Starts to fall in love with me Sorry to my unknown lover Sorry I could be so blind Didn't mean to leave you And all of the things that we had behind. And someone will love you Someone will love you Someone will love you But someone isn't me Someone will love you Someone will love you Someone will love you But someone isn't me

"I planned to gift it to you on your birthday and make you wear it while we hit the clubs, but well—it's never too late! We can do it today!" "But Jess, you don’t even like clubs," I protested, touched by her thoughtfulness. She shrugged with a smile. "Yes, but you do, so let’s go!" I couldn't help but give her a big hug. “Thank you so much, Jess. I love it,” I said to her. She chuckled and returned it, holding me tight. "I am so happy to see the smile back on your face," she muttered softly. Her selflessness and determination to make me happy, even at the expense of her own preferences, made my heart ache with gratitude.