Endlessly By Muse Novels & Stories

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

Lay your heart next to mine, let the end begin… The surface is losing, the water will win. I’m everything promised, I’m all that you need, Your only truth, your final creed. Manolya… mmm… ooh… Manolya. Descend to me… descend to me… The waves will claim you, soft and slow, Six thousand fathoms... forever below. Come down to me… come down to me… Manolya… ooh… Manolya.”

“Meg.” James sat down next to her and hugged her silently. He said nothing for a long time. Words were not necessary. She snuggled into his chest, smelling the scent of cologne and tobacco. And they stood like that, James, Meg, and the broken tiara, listening to the buzz coming from the party. She felt his fingers slide down her back, and a shiver ran through her body, and she shivered involuntarily. The band began to play a quieter tune.

“Go whine to your dead mother, loser.” Andrea couldn’t bear to hear any more of his venomous words. Summoning every ounce of courage she had, she opened the door and fled out of the Rivers mansion. She couldn’t allow herself to collapse in front of the man who had hurt her so deeply. Andrea never knew when things went south because to her , they were deeply in love with each other. Tears blurred Andrea's vision as she ran, not caring where she was heading. She just wanted to escape—to find a place where no one could see her face.

She stood in awe, caught full blast in the beauty of the mountains in front of her. She stood in the doorway taking them in. The green of the pine trees, the perfect blue of the sky, the brown and purple of the mountains with just the tips of white. Standing there, she finally understood the “America the Beautiful” lyric of “purple mountain majesty.” “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Dylan’s voice was soft behind her shoulder. He was close enough to touch her if he wanted and she found herself wanting him to do so. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you in there,” she said quickly, stepping out and turning to the side to let him out. But he didn’t move. He stood there, looking at her.

I could no longer prolong the inevitable. —We love him; he is our mate and our soul mate, our MUSE, we can't stay away from him,— said my wolf Kira in my mind. -What do you mean, with our Muse, Maximo is just my mate, not my MUSE, Kira what are you talking about- I asked her confused by her comment. Still, she didn't speak anymore and she cornered herself in the deepest part of my mind ignoring me. At the same time, Maximo helped me to get dressed, he removed my clothes and I was naked in front of him. Still, he didn't even look at my body, trying not to make me uncomfortable by his presence.

He remembered his ex girlfriend who left him after collecting some huge amount of money from him despite her sweet words and care. "Love is not existing anywhere"he muttered Though, he loves Linda but his ego and experience won't let him go for him.

Two weeks later -Music plays – Music resonates throughout my room, barely loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Every aching chord stung, and the comfort of my blanket wasn’t enough to replace her warmth on my skin. Each time I open my phone, I find myself aimlessly scrolling through our old messages and looking at her posts. Like a ghost unable to move on, I see hints of her everywhere I look. On my walls, in my gallery, in my sketchbooks, even the ballad playing now sounds eerily like her guitar. I hate how everything reminds me of her. Finding myself stuck in delusions, dreams and daydreams, that she’ll come to my window as usual and apologise. It’s been two weeks, and she hasn’t bothered

Hininaan ko ng boses ko, “Lu, mamaya nalang tawagan ulit kita—“ “Tanga, minsan nalang sila nagpapa second batch ng audition. Nakiusyoso nga ako sa isang kaklase ko sa stem eh. ‘Magsulat ka na dun bukas o ako nalang kaya? I’m sure ‘di naman magtataka kuya mo kung ako magsusulat—“ I swear I am panicking! “T teka Lu mamaya nalang natin pagusapan—“ “Ba’t ka ba bumubulong? Baka marinig ng Mommy mo at ni Eisa? Asus pakealam natin sa kanila oy! Mga kontrabida lang ‘yang mga ‘yan—“

In the sky a last look. The scene ends, but the last melodies of the song still echo through the silence.But alas, even the peace of the world is short-lived, and what about the peace of those who have already died, but still live among us. PLAYLIST FOR THIS VOLUME Soraia and Augusto: Save Me Now-Andru Donald Soraia and Julio Cesar: Haunted - Evanescence Amy and Marcus: Run - Leona Lewis Malvina: The Other Side -Sirenia