I Could Use A Love Song Maren Morris の小説・ストーリー

After a dreadful and rigorous review for five months, here she is, one step closer to the dream. It can be seen by her looks that she is exhausted — dark circles, pale skin, messy hair, but she doesn’t care. All she wants is that one of the most coveted titles in the world, the “Atty.” before her name. She turned on her Bluetooth speakers, played her favorite Taylor Swift playlist, and sang along with it. She wholeheartedly sung the first stanza of Cornelia Street. She hurriedly made her breakfast, took a bath, dressed up, booked a cab, and went out.

My younger sister, Alice Ballmer, rushed forward at just the right moment, wrapping her arms around our hysterical mother, tears streaming down her face. She turned to me and snapped, "Iris! You're so selfish! You know full well you're nothing but an ineradicable stain, and yet you still provoke Mom like this—are you trying to drive her to her death?!" A stain? I froze. Bits and pieces of the "past" that the adults in my family had occasionally let slip started surfacing in my mind, fragmented and hazy. Before I ever existed, my parents had been deeply in love, about to walk down the aisle.

Maybe he was tired of the 7 hours journey or the delay from Noah. "Stupid. Here my parents were trying to arrange a marriage for me. And you are having cold feet. You idiot. You stupid. You still don’t know that I love you too. From the day we met at moon competition. Don’t you think I don't know that the 99 flowers were from a stupid named Noah?

Who's been spewing such nonsense about me? "I won't stand for such vicious gossip spreading around and reaching my daughter's ears! Was it those troll accounts that love making up ridiculous tags and headlines? I'll make them pay immediately!"

"The man who loves to hate me." And his hatred has become my fixation, a twisted allure I'm powerless to resist.

She looks hurt before speaking “Okay a walk would be good lets go get some fresh air” What part of space does she not understand “Harlow I’m going alone I need space to think!” My impatience is clear now. you would need to be on another planet not to get how I am feeling. Her eyes water and tears flow freely down her cheeks “From me? Why?” It sounds like a whine. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to push down the immediate cruel response that wants to come out. I was sure my love was strong and assertive not whining and weak, a little voice inside whispers your love is, what a strange thought to have.

Song: Love Yourself ( Main song in her newly released album and the most loved) Verse 1: When you settled down with your one true love, it really hurt so bad, But now I know that the best decision I made was letting you go, I never realized how much I hated the merry-go-round you put me on, I moved mountains without you, Rising up a thousand times without you and realizing that your relevance has always Been a mirage, Bridge: I'm sticking to the plan that says I can do anything, Which includes being the love of my life,

People who are not in love can just be jealous and say things like, ‘They are so creepy!’ or ‘Shit. So cheesy But I don’t give a shit. It’s not my fault that you don’t have a super pretty girl as your girlfriend. But I do, and I will dance naked in a dress made out of leaves and shout that I love her, if it makes her happy. Slowly, we drift off to sleep. We’ve been sleeping for long when my sleep is broken by the heavy beating on the door.

Said Precious, closing her eyes Alex also sang as Precious wanted. Memories of the past come back to Precious's mind. Every time she felt sad and down Alex would sing so she felt better. Like when her pet cat died and Precious felt so sad that she cried all night. Because their house is next door, Alex will sing loudly until his voice will be heard in Precious's room. Then when Precious felt so frustrated she locked herself in the school toilet because her English exam score wasn’t up to her expectations, score of 7. Alex would stand at the toilet door singing until Precious wanted to get out.

Paul Henry suddenly opened his mouth, out of habit, his eyelids narrowed slightly, "Didn't you visit Luc Liem before, didn't we meet before?" He suddenly asked, startling Fiona, her heart beating faster, do you remember? But why doesn't he look like he's remembered something... The wrists where the skin touched became hot, the heat ran along the skin upward, the ears were red, the face was hot. Fiona twitching his wrist, Paul Henry realized something was wrong, let go of his hand: "Sorry." Fiona laughed: "Paul Henry, I suddenly remembered a song." "Hmm?" “Seems like we met somewhere (1), do you remember?” Fiona blinked at him, singing directly, “It seems to be an autumn afternoon when the su