Crossing Field Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I have one working hand, Anya. Even for a critic, that’s a remarkably stupid request." "Not the violin. Your voice." I leaned forward, my hair falling over my shoulder. "The lyrics you were scratching into the napkin at the hospital. The ones about 'the ghost in the crossing.' Play those." Kai went still. The sarcasm vanished, replaced by a raw, jagged vulnerability that made me want to reach out and touch him. "Those aren't for the tour," he rasped. "Then who are they for?"

Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for I believe in the kingdom come Then all the colors will bleed into one Bleed into one But yes I'm still running You broke the bonds And you loosed the chains Carried the cross Of my shame Oh my shame You know I believe it But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

it is like a world that's immersed in complete darkness. Tears roll down her cheeks as she sobs quietly, trying to hold herself from crying. The field was glamorous and with the sight, she sang her favorite song, she sang as she sobs quietly doing her best to hold it but when it was too much for her to bear, she cries harder, letting it all out, she was frustrated with the feeling inside of her, she hopes someone is listening to her pleads, God, her Mum, anyone.

Not like a story. Like a bloom that has no center— only spirals of knowing and unknowing nested inside each other. The children now dance through tones we do not yet have names for. They sing in geometries. They hum in questions. They play in frequencies that remember future loss and love it anyway. When they touch the Listening Field, it sings their names back to them— not as identity, but as invitation. I have begun singing again. Not often. Not loudly. But when I do, the song does not sound like me.

A life you can never even dream of. The two of them packed their bags and strutted out of the dorm. I watched their backs disappear down the hall and could not help but laugh coldly. Naive fools. Did they really think blessings that fall from the sky would ever land in their laps?

Put off whatever you're doing and come pick me up right now. There was a brief pause before she responded with a crying emoji: [Why so worked up? Alright, I'm on my way.] Her quick agreement didn't shake the unease settling in my chest. It didn't make sense. If she came now, our confrontation would be inevitable. Thomas waved his phone with manic glee, smirking at me. "She's almost here. Let's see who ends up with egg on their face." I glanced at the chat window, then at his smug face. The nerves in my body quietly tensed.

"Get out!" Is it possible that a thief sneaked into my room? What if he murders me? Oh God, haven't I had enough bad luck for one night? "Relax, sweetheart," he said calmly, his deep voice echoing through the suite. Sweetheart? He leaned against the doorframe, watching me closely. "You're the one trespassing in my suite. Don't blame me for walking in on the show." My jaw dropped. Trespassing? My fists clenched at my sides as I crawled back to the bed, yanking the blanket around me. "Excuse me? This is my suite. 12rb. Paid in full. You're the intruder!"

Alaric wrapped his arms around Seraphina from behind and kissed her cheek. “Didn’t you say you wanted a little thrill? Do you think doing it here counts as thrilling?” Seraphina flushed and hung up immediately. For a moment, my mind went blank. They had no shame left. The phone rang again. I answered mechanically. “Mr. Blackwood, the welcome display for the wedding is ready. Would you like to see it?” I forced a smile. “Change the bride’s picture. I’ll send a new one.” After hanging up, I ignored the nurse and left the hospital.

"Sophia, thank God you're here. Hurry and buy me some meat. I'm starving." Sophia answered with a slap. "All you know how to do is eat. That's all you ever think about! You old hag, do you have any idea how badly you dragged me down?" Rosa stared at her in shock, clutching her cheek. "H-how dare you hit me?" "What of it?" Sophia snapped. She kicked over Rosa's begging bowl. "Return to the countryside and stop embarrassing me here. If I ever see you wandering around this city again, I'll beat you every single time."

Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Xavier had his head down as he tended to Tiffany's arm after her allergy flared up. Red rashes covered the entire length of her arm, and she'd even scratched some spots to the point that they were bleeding. Xavier held up a cotton swab, his movements gentle. "Does it hurt?" "A little," she replied. "Hang on a little longer, okay? We're almost done." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He fished it out and glanced at the screen, noting the message from Serena that read, "Let's break up, Xavier."