Novel & Cerita I Have A Confession To Make Song

The confession makes my heart soar and break simultaneously. "I promise," I lie, because what else can I say?

Even though every feature of Charlie's face was so familiar to me, as I looked at him now, he felt like a complete stranger. Frowning at the pathetic state I was in, he pulled me up with a practiced gentleness. Then, dropping to one knee, he meticulously adjusted my prosthetic back into place. A bitter sting hit the back of my nose, and I fought to keep the tears back. "Why did you lie to me?" After a full day of busking, my voice was completely shot. It sounded grating and raw.

I will spend another year of my pathetic life wishing I did, as I imagine every word and gesture from him to mean something more than it appears to be, longing for his love, only to crash down to reality with a sickening disappointment, every single time. Aaarrrgh!!! I groaned loudly and buried my face in my favourite pillow. And then quickly looked around, hoping no one heard that! There... that's me in a nutshell. Ms Misha aka Mo as all my friends fondly call me. An utter loser who feels scared to even groan loudly in her bedroom, let alone reveal my true feelings to my best friend from childhood.

“You think I haven’t noticed? The way you stare in class. The way you bite your lip when I call on you. You think you’re subtle, little girl?” Heat flamed across my cheeks, humiliation and arousal tangled tight inside me. “I don’t—” His finger slid under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Don’t lie. I hate lies. You want me.” His eyes glittered, dangerous. “Say it.” The air was so thick I could barely breathe. My lips parted, and the confession slipped out like a secret I couldn’t hold anymore. “I want you.” The sound he made was low and primal, vibrating through me. His thumb brushed my lower lip, pressing just enough to make me gasp.

🎼You say you hate me, then you say you love me too 🎼 🎼Please baby, can you make up your mind🎼 🎼You say you want me, then you say you don't 🎼 🎼Ohh baby, I don't understand anymore 🎼. 🎼You said you need me, then you said you don't anymore 🎼. 🎼Ohh baby please, can you tell me what you want 🎼. 🎼 I'm getting confused, with your different sides🎼. 🎼Today you are cold, and the next you are warm🎼. 🎼What do I make of this, what do I get from this🎼. 🎼Ohh have tried, but still can't put a tag on this🎼.

"There's another drop coming. I hope Mr. Cunningham hired enough people this time to save himself." The crowd surged forward instantly. "What is it? Can you tell us anything?" "What is it about?" I stopped, turned toward the cameras, and met their eyes. "It's a piece of evidence that will ruin Paul completely and leave him with nothing," I said, my voice steady. Then I smiled and got into the police car. At the station, they didn't interrogate me much. They just had me confirm that I was the one who made the posts. I provided the supporting evidence.

Tell me would you really cry for me? Baby don't lie to me If I didn't have anything I wanna know would you stick around? If I got locked away And we lost it all today Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws If I couldn't be strong Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?

Everyone is staring at me . Why? What did I do? "What?" I asked in awe . "Your turn . Say something about the new song ." Scott whispered. Right ! We are here for that . "Uhm yeah right . I'm sorry . It has been a little bit off lately . I'm sorry . " I said smiling nervously. The heck am I doing? "So yeah the new song . Guys we are gonna release a new song . So here we are . Who wants to listen to the cover ?" I shouted as hard as I could . Honestly I'm not in the state of speaking anything .

"Um, it reminds me of you. It's a ballad, sort of." Anything named Sad Song, followed by, reminds me of you, couldn't be a good omen. Concerned, he pressed Play and piano music drifted around them in the dark. The lyrics relayed the opposite of what he'd expected. Instead of implying he was pathetic, they talked about how, with her, he was alive and fearless, yet without, nothing but empty. Damn if that wasn't the goddamn most accurate rendition of his life. At the chorus, he set the phone by the tree, the song still playing, and wrapped an arm around her back. "I have a confession."

“Please don’t be sorry. Don’t feel bad for feeling. I… I think I should be the one to say sorry because—“ “I have a confession to make.” I cut him off. I couldn’t help it. It was just… brimming out of me, like water that was boiling and if it didn't get stopped, it would burn everything around it. I would burn everybody that I loved. I would burn Zane. And I couldn’t let that happen. “I’m— I’m not who you think I am.” Fuck, I can’t believe I just said that, but I couldn’t stop. Not anymore. I knew it was now or never.