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

His guitar. Tears spring to my eyes. He’s playing his guitar. That’s our thing. The last time he played was with me. I’m the reason he started playing his guitar again, he needs to stop. But he doesn’t. And it hurts even more when Calum starts singing Alanis Morissette for Tessa. I thought what we shared was special. He’s sharing parts of us with his crush. Staggering to my feet, I fling the locket on the wall. He can’t ask me to live life to the fullest, then sing to another woman. I zombie walk to the bed and spend the remaining minutes of his singing looking at the pictures and video from Rose.

The tears that I was controlling earlier started crawling down from my lashes I bowed down and kissed his tombstone " Hey are you alright?" I felt a hand rubbing my back " Ye—yes, I'm sorry, I'm crying again" I said and wiped my tears " How long have you been there?" I asked him " 5 minutes" He answered " It's his birthday today right?" He asked " Yes, I'm sorry Jordan I know you've done so many things to help me to move on but I still can't my heart still aches whenever I think of him, I.." I stopped talking when he held my hands and hugged me tight

I don't want to see the damage of the guitar because of his touching, the force of his touching seems like he's going to cut the string? There are a lot of videos here of him holding a guitar, he has a lot of different guitars in one video. is it all his? What is it that he buys a guitar and then he doesn't know how to do it? Tita and Tito must have spent that much too, for sure. Maybe Trix's voice is ugly that's why he doesn't sing while playing the guitar, playing the guitar is already ugly and his voice is even worse. Hey, he's very talented, what?

"I didn't know you played the guitar." "I've played it all my life. Whenever I feel particularly depressed or frustrated I play it and after that i'll feel better again." he explained. "Do you feel depressed right now?" "No, but my friend is and I want to make her feel better." Ella was touched and felt eager to hear him play. His fingers plucked the strings slowly before it fell in tune and Ella listened with rapt attention. The song was filled with emotion and it made her think of moments with Dylan that hurt and before she knew it she was sobbing and the song stopped abruptly.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

“Guess I’ll just have to hope we run into each other again.” I raised a brow. “You really banking on coincidence?” “No,” he said, lifting one shoulder. “Just vibes.” Before I could respond, his phone buzzed on the bar. He glanced at it, then sighed. “That’s my cue.” “Trouble in the band?” “Always.” He stood, slinging the guitar strap over his shoulder. “Lead singer’s got commitment issues with his tuner pedal.” I smirked. “Sounds serious.” Teddy started to walk away, then paused and looked back over his shoulder. “Try not to fall in love with me too fast, alright?”

“I didn’t expect you to know this stuff.” I laughed a little, feeling shy. “I’ve been hiding in music since Mom left. These old songs… they understand me. What about you? Why do you play?” He put the guitar down carefully and rubbed the back of his neck. “Same reason, I guess. Helps me deal with all the changes. New house. New family. You.” His words hung in the air. We looked at each other for a long moment. The room felt smaller, warmer. My heart raced so fast I thought it might fly out.

She leaned sideways toward me, whispering out of the corner of her mouth, "Okay, never mind. Let him stay. Let him stay forever." ​"Whenever you're ready," I smiled, gesturing toward the center of the space. ​He unlatched his case, pulled out the gorgeous cherry-red Gibson, plugged into the amplifier, and took a breath. The moment his fingers hit the fretboard, a rich, melodic rhythm flooded the garage. It was smooth, effortless, and locked seamlessly into the exact soulful indie-pop chord progressions I loved writing. ​"Oh, wow," Tasha breathed aloud when he hit the final chord, nodding enthusiastically. "You rock! And I don't even mean that just because you're wildly attractive."

along with my guitar in its guitar case. As I remember about my guitar, I bury my face in my hands. I can feel the sobs rack my body, and the tears start all over again. This can't be happening. That guitar means more to me than anything, and my phone... well, my whole life is on my phone. But there's no way I can go back there to fetch them. Not now, anyway. The boys should be long gone from the dressing room, and probably from the arena itself... but I can't take the chance.

Arrick smiles down at his guitar as though reliving the same memory, looking my way for a moment. “I almost kissed you that night. I remember looking at you after this song and thinking how much I wanted to kiss you. Moving in close without even thinking about it and telling myself I was drunk and being an idiot.” He frowns as he strums another couple of notes, eyes still on me and looking at me like he very much wants to kiss me now. All his subtle little tells showing and eyes all hazy. “You never told me that before.” I tilt my head to one side and regard him as he starts to play softly on his guitar, moving into that familiar pose, hunched over and tapping his foot in time as he strums t