He's The Reason For The Teardrops On My Guitar Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says quietly, stepping aside to let me pass. I stand there for a moment, breathing through the ache in my chest before I start moving again. Rena appears at the corner, her mouth parting as if to speak, but I walk past her without a word, my steps heavy as I climb the stairs. By the time I reach my room and close the door behind me, everything I’ve been holding in finally breaks. My knees give way, and I sink to the floor, silent tears streaming down my face. I press my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping, but the pain rips through me anyway — quiet, raw, unbearable.

“Music comes from the heart. And your hands… know exactly what to do, even if you cannot see the strings.” I started plucking the strings and produced a steady, melodic sound. Again, I remembered my stepdad. It was one of the things he taught me. Our favorite bonding moment would be to play guitar together. Tears welled up in my eyes as I played our favorite piece. Cats in the Cradle. It was a difficult piece for me at first, but I got better with time. Like Hunter, I haven’t played the guitar since my stepfather lost his sanity.

"Know what?" "This guitar - it's the same kind as mine back home. My dad taught me to play his, then got me one just like this for my tenth birthday." She runs her fingers across the instrument again. She finally looks at me again. A tear has escaped her right eye and is slowly running down her face. "Really," she says, pausing to wipe at her face, "thank you. Thank you so much." I offer her a small smile. ~~~

Elodie I started to giggle before I could help myself. It was just a few seconds before I realised my mistake and snapped my lips shut, but it was enough time to do damage. Jax was glaring down at me. Shit. My laughter faded to nothing. Shit, he was serious. Tugging at my hair, I reached for him. “Tate gave me it… He—” Jax didn’t let me finish. He was beyond angry, and I didn’t understand it. Was the guitar some priceless relic of bygone rock days and I hadn’t realised? Was that why?

DPOV Songs: While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles, One More Cup of Coffee by The White Stripes, Breathe (In the Air) by Pink Floyd We picked training back up the next day, neither of us bringing up the hot springs. I thought about asking her why she lied, but instead, devoted all my energy to something else. Adrian.

he said as I cheerfully did as he had told me. "Will you sing too?" I asked. "Yeah, I'll do," he answered and then extended his hand. I quickly got the guitar and passed it to him. "What song would you like me to play?" he asked after he had gotten it. "Any of your favorites," I answered simply. "Well then, how about 'You Are the Reason' by Calum Scott?" he asked as I frowned. I had no idea who he was, but I didn't want to seem dumb.

knowing my own so called father killed my mother. I entered my room and saw my guitar lying on my bed. I took it from the bed and held it in between my arms. I adjusted the nuts and started rubbing my fingers across it. "I'm still holding onto everything that's dead and gone.. I dont wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever. Now you're in the stars and six feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers. Oh it hurts so hard for a million different reasons, You took the best of my life and left the rest in pieces... I'm still holding...holding...holding on.."

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

“Alfred. He destroyed your guitar after he left from here.” Eden sat on the couch, staring into the empty space. Alfred had destroyed the thing that was most precious to her. Her mother’s last gift. Eden closed her eyes and kept repeating in her head, ‘It’s just a guitar. It’s just a guitar. It’s just a guitar. It’s just a guitar.’ Before she could control herself anymore, she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed loudly.