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Please tell me 'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door Anna nods to the song and joined him in singing: And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all And you flashback to when he said forever and always Oh it rains in your bedroom Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always Anna Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure So here's to everything coming down to nothing

I look up at her in her eyes. (Song forever yours - Kygo) "Every time I see your face There's a cloud hangin' over you In such a beautiful way There's a poetry to your solitude Ooh, you should let me love you Hold me now, forevermore Oh, I'll be thinkin' of you Tell me I'm forever yours Ooh, you should let me love you Hold me now, forevermore Oh, I'll be thinkin' of you Tell me I'm forever yours Tell me I'm forever yours

, Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 24 Part 1 Chapter 24 RPOV Songs: Doomed by Moses Sumney, Rescue Me by Unions, Die 4 You by Perfume Genius I wasn't sure how long I had been out here, but my shivers had almost turned violent as I sat perched near the riverbank. Most of the water had frozen over. There were only a few shallow cracks where the stream still sloshed over the ice and I stared blankly at those small openings.

Clarity. It wasn’t tender. It was honest. Every scar, every tremor, all of it out in the open now. And in the silence after, as she lay tangled in Adrian’s arms, her voice came soft, hollow: “If I don’t come back...” He silenced her with a kiss against her shoulder. “Then I burn this place to the ground.” Hours later... They entered the Cradle through a half-collapsed breach in the mountainside. The air was thick with synthetic frost, a humidity that clung to skin like grief.

Arnold’s POINT OF VIEW “It won’t be cold,” I reassured her softly. I kept my voice calm on purpose. Gentle. Steady. I stepped deeper into the water until it reached my waist, then turned back toward her. Moonlight reflected across the surface of the lake, silver ripples moving around me while the waterfall thundered softly behind us. Everything about this night felt unreal. Too quiet. Too perfect. “I’ll help you,” I murmured, holding my hand out toward her. “Come here.”

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.”

She didn't think she could fall asleep, not being so cold and uncomfortable, but soon she heard Brock humming a song, and the pleasant sound distracted her. "What's that?" she asked drowsily. "An old song. 'The Mist-Covered Mountains.' Would you like me to sing it?" Joanna smiled. "You sing?" The thought of him doing so filled her with unexpected delight. He laughed, the rich sound rolling through him as he answered. "Every good Scotsman sings." "Yes, please sing to me." She hesitantly curled an arm around his waist as he held her closer still. O chi, chi mi na morbheanna

I saw you standing in a side street Your hair was golden like the sun shining I see you pictured in my wildest dreams You are haunting all my fantasies What are you doing here? Why did you take my heart with you? I'm caught up in your perfect storm You take all my breath away You are sky blue Your eyes the windows of my demise They are sky blue Please take me out of my misery Wait. Is he..... Is he singing about me? Now I've just become delusional. There's no way he is singing about me.

She was embarrassed, "Huh? Really? What did he say?" I draw my face near to her and whisphered, "It's a secret." "So stingy." She protests, "Well, whatever he said, it's not true." "Foolish cold bastard. It's not true?" Her expression turned grim, "You hate that word." I was surprised. I scoffed, "Yeah, yeah I do." It was silence once again. We were simply observing another night sky, I was so caught up in the moment that I asked her without realizing, "Kristina, what as I like before?"

The mist closed in around us, thick and cold, muting the world until there was only the black water and the silence. It began as a whisper, a voice woven from forgotten dreams. It spoke of peace, of the sweet relief of oblivion. It promised an end to the pain, the jealousy, the constant, grinding fear. Let go, it sighed. What are you fighting for? A love that has already cooled? A man whose eyes seek solace in another? I felt the pull. It was a seductive, gentle current, wanting to wash away the searing memory of Kairi composing a lullaby for Maia, the sight of his hand resting on her fur. It offered a clean slate, a self without this gaping wound.