Novel & Cerita I've Heard That Song Before

They seem to be listening. “You told me to follow my heart, and I rolled my eyes at you.” An animal, somewhere, chirruped in a sarcastic response. I felt my mother’s presence everywhere in the room. I half expected her to be sitting on the bench opposite me. An then I heard it, or imagined that I did. The song. It was the song that I had heard in the woods last night that helped to drag me back from the brink. I now recognized it as a song my mother had sung when I was very young. A song that her mother had sung to her, it had been passed down the line for generations.

I laughed. I am not usually like this. He makes it easy. “Oh, I'm planning on joining, but I wanted to watch you for a few.” The song drifts off and another one starts. Oh I love this song. I played this on repeat for a while when I first heard it. “Beautiful Crazy” by Luke Combs.

That was before everything took a wrong turn. She'd almost entered the car when she suddenly stopped. They gazed at her as they waited for her to enter, but she instead pricked her ears to listen to the melody that now illuminated in her mind, "That song is familiar! Where on earth did I hear it?" She muttered trying to make a recollection. Richard got out of the car and came across to her side asking, "Dear, why did you stop all of a sudden?" "Dad, do you hear that sweet song?"

I wanted her to understand now, more than she ever had before, that she was everything to me, and that I was never going to leave her. With hands that weren't quite steady, I picked up my phone again and hit the button to call her. The phone rang and rang, but there wasn't any answer. With a frown, I stood up, the phone still to my ear as I strode out into the hallway to see if Mira was around. Maybe Emma had told our head nurse when to expect her at the hospital- And then I heard the sound of a song playing faintly somewhere nearby. It was vaguely familiar, something that I'd heard on pop stations or over the sound system at the grocery store. I was pretty sure Taylor Swift was the singer,

I, I love you like a (love song baby) love song, baby I, I love you (I love you, I love you) like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (like a love song) No one compares You stand alone, to every record I own Music to my heart that's what you are A song that goes on and on I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I love you like a love song....❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I promise,” I pleaded, my hands clasped in supplication. He looked at me for several seconds, before turning the laptop to face him. After a few clicks, Whitney Houston’s sonorous voice filled the room. I closed my eyes in bliss, the song having the same effect it had on me fourteen years before. Years before, I’d fallen in love with the melody, but sitting there and listening to the lyrics, hearing the words for the very first time melted my heart. “I haven’t listened to that song in years,” Jacobi said, a sad smile on his face. “I guess there are too many painful memories.”

The second it disappears into the shadows I feel my heart skip a beat, and an icy chill runs down my spine. I reach into the darkness to check that the dress still there, and at that moment I hear a familiar tune playing from somewhere in the room behind me. It’s Déjà Vu – my ringtone, and my first and favorite Fable song. The song that Mia and I were listening to on the bus, just moments before the accident. I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget

I retorted. We ate our food in silence afterwards. For a long time, nothing interesting happened. Well, if Quinn's jaw moved when he chewed, then maybe that would count. A song played from one of the small speakers and I perked up, my eyes lighting up in excitement. I began to bob my head and Quinn raised an eyebrow, tilting his head sideways a bit. "You know the song?" he asked. "Yeah!" I said. "I haven't heard it since I was a kid. My mom liked to play this song. I think I listened to it at some point with some of my friends. I wonder if they would remember it now."

“Lena, tell me you have seen that before.” “Umm, no that is new too.” Lena said and I could tell she was a bit nervous now herself. A song then began to play in the air, and it was almost like the song I heard from the sea when it called to me. As I listened to the sound of the song, I began to feel a peace come over me as if it was a song that I had heard before many times.

I sat, taking it all in, feeling a little lost yet oddly content in the warmth of my own space. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the faint sound of someone strumming an electric guitar. The sound of the strings reminded me of a song I had heard before, a song I had listened to dozens of times before I was shut away in this institution. It was a song that made me recall a different life, one that was free and unencumbered. The song was all too familiar; one that had been a part of my life for so long, though I'd been forced to forget.