Hello There The Angel From My Nightmare Lyrics Novels & Stories

But before they could voice out their thoughts, Damien's mobile began to ring, indicating an incoming call. Damien is not interested to take any calls. But this is the specific ring tone he saved for his Angel. Spend all my time waiting, For that second chance For a break that would make it okay, There's always some reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the angel.

“My Angel.” My eyes closed. And immediately…he appeared. My mysterious stranger. My friend. My peace. My forbidden little piece of happiness...my Angel. I began playing. Soft notes floated through the night. Then I sang. My chest tightened as he raced not just through my mind...but through my heart. Every moment we've shared these past several weeks. Every kiss. Every touch. It all poured through my song. My lips curled as I continued to sing. I could almost hear him.

“Fuck that! Fuck that shit. Did you not hear anything that I said to you last night? Did you not hear how important you are to me? Do you not realize that you aren’t saving my life by giving yours for mine? I have no life if you aren’t in it. Just like that line from the song, you showed me what it feels like to be full, and it’s so fucking light I feel like I’m floating. Do you think that I could go back to that empty feeling again, after knowing what I was missing? I can’t. I have no life without you Angel. I have nothing.”

Voice of reason was screaming like a mad man at the far distance where I dropped it. “It’s me. I’m Angel.” It was out. There was no going back again.

"You freaking rat! This is not your room, and you don't belong here! If it's not just for the money-" "What? Continue what you're saying. Did the cat get your tongue?" "Ughh!" She carried Angel and went out of my room. Glad that the devil and his son aren't here. For sure, they would get mad at me too. But it's not a big deal. Now, let's see what Angel did. ... [ Angel's Point of View ] "Help, mom!" "Mom?" "Don't leave me!" What was that? A nightmare? Where am I? I'm at a hospital.

An angel who is under disguise. I laugh bitterly and slowly I close my eyes with hopes that I won’t wake up from this nightmare.

“I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.” “For the fact that you’re dying why bother making it look comfortable??” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Seven threw his hands in the air. “It does. You’re just too stupid to understand.” “Careful.” Seven waved an index finger about her face. “You’re going too far.” “Sorry.” Angel hung her head. Witt Lowry’s “Dreaming With Our Eyes Open,” piano intro filled the room. “Your phone,” Angel said. That was Seven’s ringtone.

Hearing that, Jeremy quickly pushed aside his sadness and instructed his subordinates to find out everything I had gone through. As he sat beside my hospital bed, he looked through the information they had gathered. The more he read, the more horrified he became. Once he finished skimming through everything, he threw the papers to the floor. "They even livestreamed it, huh? I'm going to make them wish they had never been born!" … I woke up two days later. The moment I saw Jeremy, who was still by my side, tears rolled down my cheeks at once. "Jeremy, did our child make it?"

That was until I felt the most amazing feeling on my cheeks as someone wiped away my tears. Then I heard a voice that I had given up on hearing ever again. “You’re safe Angel.” The tears flowed faster and I leaned into the warmth from his hand and the feel of the tingles spreading through my body. I still didn’t want to open my eyes in case it was all a dream. A way my brain was using to cope. Which means I am either still in my nightmare or I am now safe. Whichever it is I am too tired to figure it out right now so I let myself drift into darkness again.

How did she even remember this song that where playing that very first night I took her out for dinner? ~Spend all your time waiting for that second chance. For a break that would make it okay. There's always some reason. To feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction. Oh, beautiful release. Memories seep from my veins. Let me be empty. Oh, and weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight~ ~In the arms of the angel. Fly away from here. From this dark, cold, hotel room. And the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage. Of your silent reverie. You’re in the arms of the angel. May you find some comfort here~