Novel & Cerita Helplessly Hoping Song

He tried to reach her, but his calls echoed unanswered as he sped through the city streets, his car a blur of motion and red lights ignored. The car barely stilled when he burst into the yard and found Jessica. There she was, lost in a sea of empty bottles, cradling a glass, her song a soft, sad murmur. Relief washed over Anthony as he knelt before her. "Jess, why didn't you pick up? I was worried sick." She turned, her gaze piercing. "Why would that worry you?" He caressed her warm cheek. "I thought you were mad, hiding from me."

I let the liquid drip into Neal's wound. Then I sang. It was not a song of words. It was a song of feeling. Of love. Of hope. Of the bond that connected us, the three of us, one soul in three bodies. I poured everything I had into that song. Every memory. Every promise. Every fear. Every hope. The black lines on Neal's neck stopped spreading. They trembled. They twisted. They pulled back, just a fraction. I sang louder.

I hoped I would one day be healed of this sickness, but here I am, still fucking struggling to breathe everytime it rains. I hoped mother and Sylvia would love me one day, but all they’ve ever done is hurt me. I hoped papa would never die and leave me all alone in this world, but my last memory of him is his body hanging from our ceiling fan. I hoped Drake would love me, but he looked me in the eye and chose my twin sister over me. So I won’t hope anymore. I won’t hope that the intense look in Harlan’s eyes means he feels something for me.

He was trying to be brave, but his words quivered with the fear we all shared. Valerie, who had been quiet until now, finally lifted her head. “I do,” she said gently. Everyone turned to look at her, hoping she’d felt something the rest of us couldn’t. “I still can’t get through, but I believe we’re winning. We have to be, we can’t stop hoping.” “Hoping is a waste of time,” Ruby murmured, her head now halfway above her arms. “Hoping’s what you do when you’re out of options. I refuse to hope, I know we’re dominating up there.”

He picked up the guitar and began to sing. "Lory, this is for you. Our last love song." (Dear Gangster Trilogy OST: Our Last Love song by HeavenKnowsFLO) Breath in, to wake up. You know that I am here. Breath in, to stand up. You know that I will walk with you. Breathing out so deeply The air that I need, the one who gives me hope. Three months and ninety days, I am still waiting for you. Waiting for the miracle that you will come back.

“Don’t worry, Ryleigh. I will live well for you as well. We will travel the world and see all the sights for you. In our next life, let me be the little sister. I’ll give you my kidney. You have to wait for me, okay?” The rain stopped. A rainbow arced across the sky and fell right on my headstone. Like the red dress, this remained forever in their hearts.

Nina joins in, and we're dumbstruck, the melodious voice I've ever heard. Applause breaks out, and we break out of our music trance, people are clapping. Laughing with tear filled eyes, I begin to sing Olivia Rodrigo's Happier "We broke up a month ago. . ." The girls join in, and I sing with tear filled eyes, I sing from the depth of my soul. "Oh Caden, I hope you're happy, but don't he happier." We fall into the songs we're singing and we forget who we are. "I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." I quietly and emotionally end.

"Because I never stopped hoping. I never stopped believing. I never stopped loving you. I never stopped wanting you. I never stopped needing you. I never stopped dreaming of you. I never stopped praying for you. I never stopped fighting for you. I never stopped waiting for you." "Hoping for what? Believing in what? What were you holding onto?" "That one day, I'd get to look at the real you again. That one day, I'd get to hold the real you again. That one day, we'd find our way back to each other. That one day, you'd remember me too. That one day, you'd love me again. That one day, we'd be whole. That one day, we'd be home. That one day, we'd be forever. That one day, we'd be us. That one day

” he nervously asked. I was tired. I felt overwhelmed. So I told you. Rest of the night Cansu listened her one of her favorite song,”So what's up? What you say? Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great Tired of the fuckin' hate Stackin' cheese all on my plate So outside of my misery, I think I'll find A way of envisioning a better life For the rest of us, the rest of us There's hope for the rest of us, the rest of us”

The song resonated with me so much that I couldn't stop listening to it. And it made the ache in my chest louder sometimes. Like pressing on a bruise you couldn't help but touch. But other times, it made me feel less alone and hopeful. Especially that last part. ...Think I forgot how to be happy ...Something I'm not, something I can be ...Something I wait for ...Something I'm made for... God, yeah. That part always cracked something inside me. Because I had truly forgotten how to be happy and what it even meant. Didn't even know how it felt anymore.