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

How stupid of me. I looked at the guitar in my hand. One of my hobbies is composing songs about how I feel or mostly, about Jeremy. Well, he doesn’t know that the songs I compose were all for him. He just thinks that I’m a person who always write songs about love but has no experience when it comes to that thing. I sighed as the cold breeze blew. I wrapped myself even more in the cardigan I was wearing. I looked at my guitar once more and played a C chord. I began strumming as I closed my eyes.

I'm not here to fuck around. I'm here to fuck it up. We're in the middle of one of our ballbusters, "Thought You'd Start to Care", which has one of our jam sections and, boy, are we flying tonight. My fingers are flying across the neck of my guitar and I'm sweating like hell, hair dripping, t-shirt sticking to my back. I lift my eyes to check on Holden. He's on his feet at the keyboard, totally lost in the sauce. I smile to myself.

I switched to English. "Ah, no. I lived there for a while, it still comes out every now and then out of habit but seriously thanks, man." He used the wipes on his clothes pants and the tissues for his guitar. I mourned for his misfortune. Getting your guitar splashed on an important day would seriously damage my morale. "Sorry, I didn't bring any lighter fluid with me." "It's all good. Ken's the name. What's yours?" He introduced himself by first name.

“What are you? Who are you? Why were your eyes red, why did your teeth look like that, why did your body heal like—like it didn’t even happen?!” He stopped just in front of me. I could feel his breath on my skin. His eyes dropped to the floor. Then, slowly, his hand came up, brushing the side of my neck. I froze. “Kieran…” I whispered. “I would never hurt you,” he said, his voice low. Almost broken. “I need you to believe that.” But I didn’t. Not right now. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I couldn’t ignore what I saw.

I'm not a perfect person There's many thing I wish I didn't do But I continue learning I never meant to do those things to you And so I have to say before I go That I just want you to know I've found a reason for me To change who I used to be A reason to start over new And the reason is you A single drop of tear rolled down my cheeks as Draven's grip around my waist tightened and I quickly buried my face in his chest as I followed his movements, fighting back my trembling knees. I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears Draven pulled back and swirled me a

“Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven? Would it be the same If I saw you in heaven? I must be strong And carry on 'Cause I know, I don't belong Here in heaven” A tear slips out my eye as he sings ‘Tears in Heaven’ by Eric Clapton. Instantly, I think of my parents and everyone who died in Helena.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

His hands are in his pockets and he refuses to look at me. "Why didn't you?" I ask as I take a step closer to him. "I've worked with Shelly a long time. I practically raised her, taught her everything she knows. She was the daughter I lost. I couldn't kill her, I am a coward." He says as he wipes a single tear from his eyes. He looks to the sky trying to hold back his tears.

He is also good at playing the guitar. "Oh, I've been attached with the feeling, Of love reciprocating and waking up with you by my side" he sang, I can't see his face much because he's bent over When he looked up I avoided looking at him. Only later did I see him pass in front of me I just stayed there in the chair for 20 mins .. the air was relaxing because it was very fresh. Just as I stood up, the rain poured down "Come on! why now?" I said

He looked at her with tenderness in his eyes and said with that familiar tone that used to make her feel safe, “Do you mind if I give you a ride home, Sweetheart? No strings attached. Just give me a chance to explain why things ended up this way." Vivica wanted to scream at him for giving his heart to another woman three months after they broke up. She looked at him, and for a fleeting second, the wall she had built around herself cracked and muttered, “I have no other choice, do I?" Preston’s smile widened as he reached for the passenger door, pulling it open with a gentle flourish. Then he reached out a hand, offering it as a steadying support to help her into the car. Their fingers brushe