He's The Reason For The Teardrops On My Guitar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The lights from the city would’ve drowned out the sparkles. My fingers started strumming. A light chuckle vibrated from my throat. Fuck. I miss her so goddamn much. No. I don’t. Keep strumming. Fuck! This is her favourite song. Play another one, Goddess blast it! ARGH! The guitar lifted with my frustration—high up to the night sky, covering the crescent moon—about to be smashed into pieces. But something stopped me. I put the guitar down and grabbed my face. The dull vexation is covering my nose, suffocating me—stop it! Fuck, I’m hallucinating her scent now.

But my feet moved forward instead. Slowly, like in a dream. Aiden bounced gently with each step. The path curved, and there he was—silhouetted against the sunset, head bowed over the guitar, eyes closed as he sang low. *“If the tide ever pulls you under…”* The live stream chat exploded: *Who’s that in the background?* *Is that a kid?* He didn’t see me at first. His focus was on the music, the way it always had been—lost in it, like the world faded when the strings hummed.

"You're still rubbish at playing guitar." He laughed again softly, pressing a kiss against my hair. "Thanks for that—and 'ten inch pole'?" I ignored the incredulity in his voice. "Why was it even in your car?" "What, my ten inch pole?" "No!" God, it was hard to concentrate while he was touching me down there. "Your—ow..." I drew in a sharp breath as something suddenly seemed to give, the very tip of him easing inside me. "Your guitar." "A mate of mine's flogging it for me on eBay. You really want to talk about that now?"

"If this is love, why does it break me down? Why do you break me down?" He stopped. Benedict's eyes looked at me. "Why are you in tears?" I shake my head and realized that I was really in tears. Shit. Why was I in tears? I wiped it off and laughed softly. "You ok?" He asked. I nod vigorously. "Yes. Im fine. The song... It's just too beautiful." He smiles. "Thank you." "It still has a continuation, the bridge part, but you can hear the entire song as soon as I can find the perfect singer to sing it." He adds.

I smiled and started to strum my guitar and played an acoustic version of Dream it Possible by Delacey. I roamed my eyes at the whole place. Some are still not paying attention and are busy whispering with the person beside them, some are glancing at me and sings along as I sang the lyrics...but the same man with a pair of amethyst colored eyes is what I caught. He is staring at me, and then his eyes dropped at my guitar. He glanced at the geeky-looking man beside him and whispered something, and then glimpsed at me again. It felt weird because when our eyes locked, my voice trembled and became flat. I didn't hit the exact note! It was very rare, I normally make sure that I am hitting the no

It felt like something I’d dropped to see what would happen. Travis glanced at me, rain beading on the tip of his nose. “Where to?” he asked. “Anywhere but here,” I said. I meant it and I didn’t. The road was long and dangerous and ridiculous and possible. He nodded like that was a plan. “Anywhere but here it is,” he said, and then, because he was the sort of idiot who could not help himself, he flipped open the guitar case and plucked a single, graceless note that sounded like a promise and a dare.

If I could fall D#m E Into the sky My mind remembers the dead stare of the crowd at me, and it did not give me a reason to give up on music. It became my motivation. My mind remembers the dead stare of the crowd at me, and it did not give me a reason to give up on music. I slowly open my eyes and see the old lady down to her knees, crying. Karene looks in horror, and I get worried, so we rush to her side.

I gasped in shock when he answered my call. "Hello, please answer my question. Who are you? Just tell me, please. Why you're sorry? Did you do something? What is it? Please, I just want to know," I begged but he didn't answer. I was able to hold on to my senses but after a minute, I heard a strum of a guitar. I just listened to it carefully. Until I realize, it was my favorite song of mine. But the call has ended and then, my tears fell out of nowhere.

at the s for you to your to your to your to your to your to your to your you to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your to your she to your to your to His eyes were as beautiful as those of Mateo, like exactly the same eyes that I sometimes wondered if I was staring at those of Mateo. I refused to let tears slide down my cheeks, not anymore. I can't keep making myself a slave and a weak, helpless girl. I won't do tears again because it makes me feel so weak inside of me. Although sometimes I wish I could better shed those tears, there are days when it feels like my heart has been ripped from my chest due to the pains I have held within it. all thanks to Apple Mus

I grabbed my phone, connected it to the Bluetooth, and scrolled through my playlist. A song started playing. Loud. I gripped the wheel, forcing my voice to be steady as I sang along, my lips moving on instinct. But then… My vision blurred. A hot tear slid down my cheek. I blinked rapidly, but it didn’t stop. The tears kept coming. I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Fucking hell,” I muttered, wiping my face harshly. But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell.