Last Night Song Lucy Spraggan Novels & Stories

"No thanks. I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy the kind of happiness you're offering. I'm sure your new lover and your child are waiting for you. "Mr. Webster, I'd appreciate it if you stopped appearing in front of me." The whispers and judgment from the crowd were nearly drowning him out, but he paid them no heed. All he wanted was to keep me from leaving. "Cammie..." He reached for me. The more desperate he became, the more the blood rushed to his head. His vision gradually blurred, just like the day I'd left. By the time consciousness slipped away, he was already collapsing to the ground. Even then, he was still calling my name.

Adrian made a short toast, mentioning my birthday only after he thanked the label, the band, the radio team, and "everyone who believed in the next chapter." People clapped. Someone near me said happy birthday. Lily smiled from beside him as if she were generous for allowing it. Then Adrian picked up his guitar. Lily stepped to the second microphone. The microphone I had used for seven years. Adrian looked at the room. "We wanted to share a new version of The Last Firework tonight. Lily brought something fresh to it, something I think the song needed." My fingers went cold around the stem of my glass. He started playing.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound like she had been awake for hours. "Hello?" "Where the hell were you last night?" Adrian’s voice boomed through the speaker. Lucy pulled the phone an inch away from her ear. "I had people looking for you, Lucy. You weren't at the library, and you weren't at the student lounge." Lucy’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she kept her voice steady. "I was in my room, Adrian. I told you, I was exhausted after the presentation. I came back early and went straight to sleep."

The dagger slid away. She fought me hard like a storm. Tears came out of her eyes. I did not know if vampires could cry. Maybe this was something too. She screamed at me to let her go. I told her she would kill herself. She said that was the point. She fought me some more. Then she stopped. The silence was really scary. She looked up at me. I saw tears on her face. Her voice was really rough when she talked. "You should have let me die " she said.

As the candles I set up went out again and again, the passion inside of me died as well. Then, my phone, which had been quiet for so long, started to ring. I picked it up. "I gave Kat the spot for this year's retreat that’s meant for a family member. If you want anything, call my assistant. And I won't be home tonight. Kat just moved into her new place, and she's having a hard time settling in..." I looked at the cake on the table that was meant for our anniversary. The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke.

" I wasn't the one who shattered the glass, but somehow, I was the one forced to walk across the broken pieces every single day. Tonight was our eighth wedding anniversary. Everything had been perfect. Leighton had rarely drunk so much. With every sip, she'd tell me she loved me. She said it over a hundred times. We both ended up blushing, as if we'd somehow returned to the early days of our relationship. I even thought to myself, 'Maybe I should just forgive her and pretend nothing ever happened.' It wasn't until just now that I realized how ridiculous I'd been. Her outburst wasn't because she loved me. It was because another man had left her.

"I was... I didn't realize. Thanks, Sarah." "Tyler?" Lucy’s voice was a high, thin wire about to snap. She was looking from the gold watch to Tyler’s flushed face, her eyes wide with a dawning, horrific realization. "Tyler, look at me," she commanded, her voice cracking. "Where did you say you slept last night? When I called you thirty times and you didn't answer?" Tyler closed his eyes for a second, a look of profound exhaustion crossing his face. "Lucy, not here. Not today. This is my sister’s funeral."

She looks dead at me while still in my arms and sings, “I’ve been so into your mystery, is it because of our history? Are you into me? When it feels so good but it’s bad for you, can’t say I don’t want it because I know I do. Come on over, I need your company, craving our synergy. Don’t be afraid to tell me if you ain’t with it. I see you’re focused, you’re so independent. It’s hard for me to open up, I’ll admit! You got some shit to say and I’m here to listen! Tell me where your love lies, waste the day and spend the night underneath the sunrise, show me where your love lies” Together we sing, “tell me where your love lies, waste the day and spend the night underneath the sunrise, show me w

She whispered, "Do it with me." "What?" She bit my ear and whispered again, "Let's have sex right now." And stared into my eyes. "What!?" Lucy's POV; My eyelids felt heavier when i tried to open it, when i finally did, i tried to get up but as soon as I found myself being naked, i covered myself using the blanket and saw someone sleeping beside me under the covers. I lifted the blanket and saw Tyler being naked too. What happened last night? When i tried to remember, i saw glimpses of me kissing tyler. Hurriedly, i wrapped myself using a towel beside the bed and rushed out of the room. I went straight to my room and locked myself inside the room.

They hoped anyway, grasping onto my words until everything was gone. One night only, Grasping sheets, A crinkled quilt, The rising sun, One last good-bye, baby, I sing. The beat picks up, and . . . The butterflies, they’re nothin’, The heart pounds, mean nothin’. One night, that’s all you get, It’s all we got, take it now, One last good-bye, I’ll give to you, One last good-bye, baby. I strummed the last chords of the song, the final words crushing everything the song built it up to be. But—hey, if they were gonna make me sing a fuckin’ song, don’t expect it to be a love ballad. It’ll be the damn truth.