He's The Reason For The Teardrops On My Guitar Novels & Stories

He was even more beautiful in person and up close. Life has a way of showing you just what you need And who you were made to be, yeah I licked my lips as my eyes burned with tears as his voice pierced my chest making my heart break. I had finally started to accept the fact that I'd never meet him and yet there he was. Sitting across from me, just a few feet away, his eyes on me, his lips singing softly as his fingers strummed the guitar on his lap. I finally found what I never knew I always wanted

“F-ck! Remove it!” Rios can't see this because he'll be surprised why I have something like this. “Damn it!” And continued to rub the tattoo, but my arm felt swollen. I clenched my fist and closed my eyes. I will not allow him to play with me; then, I will kill him first. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. “You did it; what are you planning?” He raised his hand and shook his head, saying, “Yeah, I did that because you—”

I don't care what others think but for me, I'm the one he's calling special. “This one's for her.” Those words continued to echo in my head in rhythm with the untamable pounding of my heart. He closed his eyes when he began to strum the guitar, feeling every note it emitted. Why's it gotta feel like I'm walkin' a tightrope? Why you wanna see how far I fall? 'Cause I'm already up here and I got my eyes closed And I ain't never fell from a love this tall

Silvia felt for her cigarettes and lit one, while Jim strolled from one side of the stage to the other and back, talking with a little smile pursing his lips. “You know there are good storms and bad storms in life, and we have to face them no matter what. Good storms make us strong. They wash all our shit away, open up our eyes, leave us clean and ready for whatever may come next.” He turned to go to the left end of the stage, exposing the guitar, and he patted it softly. “See this guitar? She came to me in a storm last year. And that storm was one of the best I’ve ever faced.” “Drop it, Jim,” Silvia muttered, forgetting that it had already happened.

Like my soul has been torn from me. After Ian carried me back home night after night. He finally broke down into torturous tears of sorrow, shaking his whole body has he wept into his hands. Sitting on the end of my queen size bed. I had woke up to his quiet questioning to himself and asking for the goddess to please help him. So he could take all my sadness away. I hugged him as tightly as I could, sitting on his lap, trying to ease the underlying guilt that was placed on his face. That night, we both had agreed to tell my parents what was happening with me.

"That is why I regretted ditching my friends over Lilith. If I only knew it in the first place that her people would love to get me killed, I should have been in their team now." "Don't worry, I'm the vocalist of my band. If you need someone expert in this field, you are in good hands. Give me that." I snatched the acoustic guitar from Ghino. He also grabbed his phone and ended the recording. Then, I teach him first the eight basic chords of playing the guitar. Everything went well. I talked, and he listened. I stared, and he stared at me as well. At first, my stares mean nothing. But the more I kept staring at his eyes, the more feelings developed deep beneath my heart. I stopped darting an

And in one corner, his guitar hanging like a forgotten trophy. “Do you live here?” I ask. He nods without looking away. “When I want to disappear.” “From what?” “From myself.” His answer cuts through me, because I get it. I’ve wanted to disappear from myself too many times lately. “Why did you bring me here?” He puts down his glass and picks up the guitar without a word. He sits on an old armchair and looks at me. “Because you need something that doesn’t hurt.” Then he plays.

Steve comments, "You're thinking really hard over there." Just enjoying your music, you. I turn to look at him. You see, you're the reason I even play the guitar. My blood races. “What? Describe that. For a while after our move, things weren't easy. I understand that he is unaware of what his mother told me. Before I determine whether or not to bring it up, Steve continues.I started feeling upset about things at that point. Mom forced me to talk about it with a counselor, and that helped—but not entirely. I'm not sure what brought it to mind, but I thought of you and your ceramics. I made the decision that I needed to locate something that was mine. Therefore, when I become well-known, you'l

"Garnet, stop it.. You are not thinking straight. Please, it’s not like this. At least not from my side." He tried to calm me, rubbing my shoulder, helping me to sit. "No, Then why do you do this? Why did my tears pleasure you guys?" I asked in a broken tone. Holding his shirt, he stared intensely into my eyes, cupping my cheeks. “Believe me, Garnet, Your tears never pleased me. Not when I first saw them at the club nor now. They don’t.” He whispered hopelessly, wiping it. “Then stop it.. Please..” I whispered, pulling his shirt, he lowered his head and pressed it over my forehead,

So hard that she can hear it. Tears blurred her eyesight. Pain assaulted her chest and she can feel that she's starting to lose oxygen. She leaned against the backrest of the couch and breathe hard. Her other hand covered her lips to stop a sob upon escaping from her mouth. He's somewhere...and far away from me. She saw a blue-colored guitar standing next to the curtain. She stood and made her strides towards that things. Her hands touched the strings first before picking it up. She sat on the couch next to her and placed the guitar on her lap.