Konser Bintang Jatuh Novels & Stories

"I won't let you slip away again." I nodded, smiling as tears fell, this time touched with quiet happiness. Eventually, the story of how Chester and I met at the concert reached Mom and Dad. They responded with harsh condemnation and went so far as to make it public online. Both of us endured relentless criticism, and Atkins Group suffered significant losses as a result. The vast distance between us ultimately forced our separation. I found myself unable to face Mom and Dad or return to college. After packing my belongings, I left for another city and took a job sooner than I planned.

I asked watching his reaction closely for the slightest change in his reaction but his expression stayed the same, “DLT?! What’s that?!” He asked. “It’s the shell company that Jeremy worked with, and was used to try and swindle John, I looked into the company, the highest shareholder happened to be under the name B, isn’t that weird?!” I asked my gaze still not leaving his face, he swallowed hard and nodded slowly, “It is!” I smiled and nodded firmly as I went on, “It’s very weird because how can someone buy shares under just an alphabet as name, I’m looking into it already though, I’ll update you as I go, as it is, you’re the only one I have on my team now,” I said to him and he nodded slow

"Haven't you guys ever heard of the Perseids meteor shower? Faye mentioned there's an observation point close by, and it peaks at around a hundred meteors an hour." Those present immediately became interested and began discussing plans to catch the meteor shower. Richard, however, clicked his tongue and said, "You guys should seriously read the room! You can see the meteor shower from the hotel room just fine! Do you guys really want to crash their date and act like third wheels?" In that instant, everyone caught on to the implication. "I guess you're right, Richard. That observation point offers the clearest view, so it should absolutely be reserved for the two who need it most."

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened