Just Like The Ocean Lyrics Novels & Stories

He was like a fish out of water, and she was like the ocean. "Liv, I really can't live without you any longer."

It said before Gawin pulled a pen out of his pocket and wrote the lyrics on a piece of paper. 'The stars shine brightly, over the blue sea Small fish and big fish swim beautifully Sleep, my love, and have sweet dreams This world holds many hidden secrets The waves ebb and flow, bringing a quiet heart The coral is beautiful, like a home A precious pearl hidden in the long darkness A sparkling eye watches every movement The dolphins play, blowing white foam The sea anemones sway, dancing with the waves The conch shell whispers, a call from far away The moon hides tonight, my child, you must sleep

The ocean is fierce and merciless. Like a rollercoaster, it pulls me down again to throw my body into the air. I land on a hard surface, but before I pass out, I see sand and green. ..

Love me like there’s no tomorrow Love me like I’m about to let you go Love me like we will fight every hindrance together Love me like this is our last chance on earth While feeling the emotions of the song and not just simply singing the lyrics of it, my eyes roamed again until my gaze got stuck with the striking man who was standing at the left corner near the entrance. He stood out from the rest, and glee overtook my heart.

Not in some glorious, dramatic fashion, but slowly, freezing internally, isolated, and completely alone. "Heelppp.... please." “It’s over,” I thought, the words forming in my mind like a cold mantra. “It’s over.” I tried to hold onto that thought, to cling to some fragment of hope. But the ocean was merciless; it didn’t care about promises or vows or love. It cared only about cold, about the darkness that waited at the bottom. I tried to scream, to call out against the impossible volume of the ocean, but the sound was thin, fractured. My voice was shivering, a reedy whisper that vanished instantly. My jaw felt locked, vibrating with the uncontrollable tremors spreading through my limbs.

The ocean is quiet, the smell of the fresh air and the coldness of the wind that makes my heart float from mid-air. The sound of the waves that is splashing on the shore, the warm water from the ocean that gently touched my toes. " I'm ready Dilan! " " phew" I released a heavy sigh " this is it" I stood up and walked slowly near the shore. Right now, I'm ready to give up to follow the one I love to follow the one who really owns me. " Hey stop! Stop!" I heard someone shouted, but I don't care at all, right now all I need is to remove all the pain that I am feeling inside me, I need to end this suffering, I need to follow him, I love him.

🎵 So I'll keep singing, I'll be strong, Knowing that I still belong, To the ocean's endless song, And in my heart, you'll always belong. 🎵 When she finishes the song, I can't help but clap, my heart bursting with admiration. Abby turns her face toward me, her expression neutral. Without saying a word, she gets up and enters her home, leaving me standing there, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

“I didn’t go out of my way to repeatedly tell you how much I didn’t want you.” “I never said I didn’t want you!” River roared. “I was scared I would fail my pack and lose sight of my responsibilities if I accepted you, yes. But I’ve wanted you from the fucking minute I laid my eyes on you.” He promised, taking a step closer towards her. “I feel like I’m trapped in a Katy Perry song.” Ocean groaned. “Sorry, what?” “You know.. you’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no..” Ocean sang.

Always has been. “What do you see when you look out at the ocean?” “Um, water? What are you doing, Michael?” I squeeze my hands on her shoulders. “Seriously. Describe it to me, Lillyy.” Describe it to me, because I can barely stand to look at it. “Well, the ocean reminds me of you, I guess. Smooth, until you look beneath the surface. Then there are hidden depths. Hidden power. And relentless when it encounters an obstacle.” My breath seizes in my chest.

Because deep down, I already knew the truth. When dinner ended, he walked with me to the edge of the deck, his hand hovering close but not touching. “Describe it to me,” he said quietly. “The ocean?” “Yes.” I glanced at the horizon, the line where night met water. “It’s… endless. The waves keep folding into each other, soft and glowing from the moonlight. It looks alive.” “Alive,” he repeated softly. “That’s a good word.” I smiled faintly. “You can hear it, can’t you?”