Novel & Cerita Ghost Lyrics Halsey

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

Stars gone falling down Like a snow ball falling to the ground Halsey is falling down Without you noticing, and she already hit the ground Hi! How are you? How was your weekend? Did you enjoyed it well? Did you sleep early? For me, my weekend was boring and frigid I haven't notice your smiles and laughters Nevertheless, I want to tell you something I can't exactly remember the date But I remember that scene vividly— A scene where I saw you smiling- smiling for that pretty girl dancing

Hailey*** The silence between us was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest as I tried to steady my breath. My fingers gripped Hollis tightly, as though by holding him in my arms, I could shield him from the pain that clung to him like a shadow. His past, the betrayal of his father, the haunting loss of his mother—each memory swirled around us, invisible but all-encompassing. I could feel the rawness of it in his every breath, and it broke my heart to know how deep the wounds ran.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Meantime please relax and enjoy the night. The music stop, the DJ announces that this Valentine party has just begun. He introduces the next singer Alexis. “A wonderful evening to everyone, I would like to dedicate this song to all. Abby (Alexis in disguise), starts to sing. She put on her wigs so Debbie can’t recognize her. She went to Debbie’s table. Debbie is surprise and she can’t help laughing. ‘You are funny, Alexis? Abby to Debbie, ‘My heart leads me here; can you be my Valentine for tonight?’