Disconnected 5sos Lyrics Novels & Stories

I grip the wheel tighter, my throat thick. “I love you too, my fallen Angel.” The line goes quiet, but neither of us hangs up right away. We just breathe, holding onto the sound of each other’s existence. Then I drive forward, crossing the barrier. The connection cuts instantly, just like the bond, leaving all I love behind. Ahead lies the city. And whatever darkness is waiting.

🎶🎶'Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand I don't wanna lose control Nothing I can do anymore Tryin' every day when I hold my breath Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest I don't wanna lose control Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught'🎶🎶 Nate notices my discomfort right away, and he begins to soothe me, stocking my arm softly up and down as I listen to the same song on repeat.

Beep, beep, beep. The call was disconnected. I stood there in shock.

Do you understand what I'm saying? "Hey, Frederick, I love you. To be completely frank, I'm being honest with you. I wouldn't do something like that to you! Hey, there's someone in the house, someone--" The call got disconnected when the reception started acting up. I let out a cry from deep within, and my tears stung my skin as they streamed down my face. I felt kinda lonely and stuck, like we were surrounded by the enemy, whoever they were, closing in on us from every direction.

I parted my trembling lips to speak, but the call got disconnected before I could even say a word. “Hello! Hey! Hey!! I yelled into the phone, but he was already gone. Immediately, I called the number again, but it was not reachable. “What! What the hell just happened? Who the fuck was that?” My voice trembled. “Aah!” I screamed not knowing how else to express my anger. My mind went on a rampage trying to think who it might be. Could it be Sofia? Was that why nothing was shown the other time? “Why does that bitch always have to escape every trap! Who the fuck does she think she is? A cat with nine lives!”

🎶 suicide if you ever try to let go I'm sad I know, yeah I'm sad I know,yeah🎶 SAD - XXXTENTACION beep. beep. beep. Continuously repeating itself meanwhile my body felt stiff. I inhaled a really deep breath and caught a whiff of disinfectant mixed with bleach. something's not right. Opening my eyes by an inch, all I saw was white. could this be heaven? But pastor's always said in paradise all things are beautiful. So heaven should at least smell like a lovely fragrance?

Gabriel closed the door and the car drove away. "We have a problem sir." "We kind of problem?" "We can’t track her." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T FUCKING TRACK HER?" He bellowed. "The tracker has been disconnected." “FUCK! How?" "We don’t know." "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW?!!" "We have her last co- ordinates sir before it went off line." "Send them to me. Who ever disconnected it is fucking dead. I’LL PUT A BULLET THROUGH THEIR FUCKING SKULL!!”

Alpha’s voice fractures for the first time. “System overload.” The light between us explodes— And Dylan disappears from my arms.

While the moon was still bright, Erna shook her hips in front of Arnold, showing off the sexy dress she was wearing. She looped her arms around his neck, breathing in his ear, "I'm wearing some new panties today…" Before she could finish her sentence, Arnold pushed her away and shot up abruptly. "Don't touch me!" Erna froze, shocked by his fury. Arnold kept on calling my number, but nothing went through. He'd even tried to reach me through our mind-link, only to realize that we weren't linked because we'd never marked each other.

Sophia and I, overwhelmed with joy, moved closer to Mum and embraced her. “Doctor said I’m recovering and will be discharged soon,” she said with a grin, her face glowing with hope. “Yes!” we responded in unison, our voices bursting with joy. For a moment, the room felt light again—filled with laughter, relief, and the warmth of healing. Then, a sudden buzz broke the atmosphere. Sophia’s phone lit up. She glanced at the screen, her expression tightening. Without a word, she answered and brought it slowly to her ear. “It’s not what you think,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. There was a flicker of sorrow—or regret—woven into every word. “I’m sorry… I won’t stay long.”