It's Too Late Lyrics Novels & Stories

I’m in deep trouble. And if I don’t stop now… it might already be too late.

'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day. To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same. You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words. And now that I've said them, they could never be enough. As far as I can see, there's only you and only me. xiana kissed kino's forehead so kino closed his eyes as he continued to sing and play the guitar. This is the last time I'll fall in love. Last time i'll fall in love.

“I want you back.” Another pause. Then, she laughs. It’s not the soft, sweet laugh I remember. It’s bitter. Angry. “You had your chance,” she says. “It’s too late.” The line goes dead, and I’m left standing there, the phone still pressed to my ear. It’s too late. Maybe it is. But I’m not giving up. Not yet.

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

My cheek swelled and turned red in an instant. "How dare you compare yourself to my dad, you loose woman!" Leonard roared. His slap had woken me up completely. The moment he struck me, the very last vestiges of hope I was still clinging to disappeared into the depths of the night. "If you continue being unreasonable, I'll post this online and let everyone see how indecent you are! Don't be so shameless, Madeline!" I rubbed my buzzing ears, smirking. "Hah! Do whatever you want. But this is my house. You should be the ones leaving!"

I whispered. His jaw tightened slightly at the sound of his name on my lips, but his expression softened. "Sleep, Tyla. Tomorrow, we finish your husband." "Ex-husband," I corrected gently, closing my eyes. "Ex," he agreed.

Kane was stumbling through the snow like a madman, tearing off his coat and wrapping it tightly around the small, rigid figure lying motionless on the ground. Fat tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes, landing one by one on Lucas’s bruised, frozen face—each drop more gut-wrenching than the last. “Mommy… is Daddy crying for me?” Lucas’s soul curled up in my arms, whispering softly. “Mommy, does Daddy regret it now?” He looked up at me, those pitch-black eyes reflecting only my silhouette. I gave him a gentle smile and brushed the snow from his hair. “Lucas, your dad’s just an idiot.”

Deep down my heart is tied in notes because I know I have sold my soul to the devil for the second time and I will not escape from this. But it's too late to turn back now.

The voice inside me whispered one last time, “This isn’t over…”

Always. The wind died down. And just like that, the voice faded away. The End.