Ghost Of You Lyrics Novels & Stories

She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died. It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick. It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's

He used to bring his guitar with him, but not typically here on the campus. I just really wanted to talk to him to let this heavy burden, I was thinking. Because I know from the very start that he was the only one who made me feel better whenever I had too much in my mind. I took a deep breath as I gripped the doorknob of the door going to the rooftop. Until I saw him sitting while holding his guitar and strumming it while Beatrix Ava Paisley was looking at her passionately. The guitar and the blowing of the wind were enough for them to not realize my presence. I did not know why did I feel as if someone had betrayed me. It was probably because this was the first time when I realized that Za

With that done I stormed into my bedroom and grabbed out my sleepwear, I took a quick shower muttering the entire time about stupid men who thought they owned the world. Still steaming after the shower both physically and emotionally, I stormed into the living room and found the perfect man-bashing music to put me in the mood as I proceeded to pick out a few movies to go along with the theme of the night. I jumped when there was a loud pounding on my door interrupting the pounding music. "Door's unlocked, Lizzie," I shouted over the music that I quickly turned down. I swung away from the stereo with a smile on my face only to feel it die when I saw who was there.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?

Taylor Swift. Damian groaned. "No." "Yes." "Sebastian, I swear—" "You said you hated my taste in music. This is my taste in music." Sebastian turned up the volume. "Shake It Off" filled the car. "Now sing." "I am not singing." "You are absolutely singing." Damian crossed his arms. He lasted until the first chorus. Then his foot started tapping. Then his mouth started moving. By the second chorus, he was singing along—quietly at first, then louder, then with his whole chest.

White noise drowning the girl I was for thee,. You called me your flaws , a curse stitched to bone..., Said my love was a debt you no longer own,.. I’m a charity case with a graveyard of dreams,.. But even ghosts learn to scream, ... And I’m still breathing through the seams.... She got lost in it. Lost in her own head. The notes, the words, the ache behind them. She didn’t even notice the room going quiet. The guitars stopped. The humming stopped. One by one, people packed up. left without a word.

I said while closing the car door. "Take care, honey. I will definitely always pray for you. Don't forget to have lunch, OK?" said Mom. I smiled and nodded. After that the car I brought had gone from my yard. I accidentally saw a flirty ghost. He wore a suit with a dark blue tie. where is he going?

I recorded the melody, layering the notes with the specific rhythmic pauses we had invented as children to communicate without words. The light is fading from the stone, and I walk the empty halls alone. But in the dark, I hear your name,The ghost of love, the dying flame.If time has stolen what we knew,I’ll burn the world to get to you. ​I played the recording back. It sounded haunting, a thin, lonely line of sound that carried the weight of everything I was losing. It was the only way to remind her that I was still here, somewhere underneath the code and the protocols. It was a beacon for two ghosts lost in the same graveyard.

Fuck, I miss him now. I put the key inside the lock and turned the handle. It opened with a clink. The house was covered in the darkness. I let it be that way and walked inside. I could still listen the sound of the music even I am far away from the party. suddenly, the song changed to I Still wait for you by XYLO. Sometimes I feel like I can't remember Waking up with you when we were together I lost my temper, you left at midnight We saw the tears fall like rain on the headlights

But then, his voice drove a spike of ice through my heart. “That’s it, Red,” he murmured, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to make me gasp for air, “Let me see it. Let me see all that pain you’ve been hiding.” My insides froze, the words slammed into me so hard that I forgot to breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It was him. Ghost. My vision blurred as tears pricked the corners of my eyes again. I wanted to deny it, to shove him away and scream that it wasn’t possible, but I couldn’t even form the words. His thumb brushed over my jaw, almost tender, almost mockingly gentle.