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I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe Hamne likha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. This was the last straw and I could not control my tears... They started flowing non stop. He stopped the car abruptly. " Oh God !! Maurvi why are you crying? What happened ? Did I say something? Please stop crying. " " Oh I just became emotional after hearing that gazal. I am sorry. I am an emotional fool. " I tried to Smile.

Evan turned and saw a piano nearby. "There's a piano!" He exclaimed happily. Indeed a paradise, he thought. "Wanna play it?" Evan nodded excitedly and immediately went in front of the piano. He pressed a tile and was delighted when it created a sound. Bea drew near beside him and started to hum a song. Evan followed her with the melody, with the beauty of nature being with them. They both look happy together. No pain. No tears. It was such a dream he wouldn't want to be woken up from. This is just too perfect. Evan gazed at Bea who was singing, too innocently. He smiled at her when suddenly the place started to darken as if a typhoon was coming. The clouds obscured the sun until the place be

Now everything blue feels like love too Blue like the neon buzzing in a dive bar Blue like the denim on her hips in my car Blue like the echo when she says my name The color of calm and the color of flame I never meant to make her cry But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue She walks like freedom, talks like truth A little bit wild, a little bit proof Of everything I never knew I craved Of every rule I never obeyed She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue li

added one of his friends with a wink. The blue-eyed boy looked directly at Ellaya. “Wait… You’re Ellaya, aren’t you? The singer?” She blinked, hesitant. “Yeah.” “Oh my God,” another one piped up. “I love your stuff. Been playing Glass Rain on repeat.” She gave a polite smile, unsure how to respond. Praise always felt like pressure. “We’d love to show you around,” the blue-eyed one said. “Unofficial tour guides.” Eva’s smile was charming but clipped. “Appreciate it. But we’re here for work.”

A simple diamond ring added to my finger. Just as I was about to get into the Barnes' car, my phone suddenly rang. It was Henry's cousin Emily. "Sarah, the engagement ceremony is about to start, where are you?" "Just arrived in Silverbrook Haven." "Come back quickly, there's still time!" "Come back for what?" My voice was calm. Emily was speechless for a moment. "Are you not thinking straight? If you don't come back and make a scene now, Henry will really become someone else's."

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly You are brave and your decisions are right, They have never known your fight, my baby. Don't worry about the darkness for your future is bright. If you're ever scared you close your eyes, You'll find me with you, oh honey, I promise everything will be alright Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, You are never on your own. Rest peacefully and carefreely, my dear. Your dark days will also be gone."

What she never did was, go sit in a bar. Evan sang. A 90s rock song, probably The Blondes, verses mingled, the voice sometimes coming from under water but he always sang when he was happy. That could give the flurry of atoms, water's linearity in flowing from the tap on command, and the shower curtains a grave pause. When was Evan not happy? Also true. But by happy, he meant satisfied. The shower tiles might just be getting the performance of their life.

“I'll be singing. La la la la, la la la la You’re mine La la la la, la la la la You're all of me. La la la la, la la la la And I’ll be yours. La la la la, la la la la” I dance to the beat, and I pull out my tongue. “Be mine, my love. You're my heart and soul. This is our moment. It’s finally our moment, You could have me in any way you want. How long until you’re mine? Until you see me?” I make eye contact with Mr. Blue eyes. My eyes widen and I nearly miss my cue. He was huge, I didn’t realize how big he was earlier. But he didn’t seem so big until he was squeezing into a single chair.

I snarled, my eyes blazing with fierce possessiveness. I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my fury, my chest heaving like a blacksmith's bellows. "Eva, can you describe the place you're in?" I demanded, my voice sharp as a razor's edge. She sniffled, her voice trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. "Blue...Blue Arts...that's all I could see..." A loud, ear-piercing squeal pierced the line, making me wince, followed by the phone's ominous beep. The call ended, leaving me staring at the screen in impotent rage, my face twisted in a snarl.