Last Night Song Lucy Spraggan Mga Nobela at Kwento

She grinned at me as I got to the table. “You’re looking refreshed…” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Have anything to do with that delicious body pillow you were cuddled up to last night?” “Sarah!” Amy cried. “Leave Lucy alone.” “Not in this lifetime,” her eyes were bright. “So what did you two get up to last night?” I huffed and poured myself a cup of juice. “We were just talking. W-We ate cake and fell asleep outside. That’s all.” “Boring!” She cried and spooned fruit onto her plate.

Late at night in the cemetery, I poured wine in front of the photo on the tombstone. Moonlight fell on the gold-engraved words “Tomb of My Love Mandy Somerfield,” shining with a cold glow. “I promised that I would take care of him for you...” A metallic taste surged into my throat, I tilted my head back and drank the liquor. “But he hates me now. If only I hadn’t made that wish back then. If only I had been the one who died.” I looked up at her gentle smiling face. Tears fell to the ground in sharp drops.

“You’ll come help me then. Good thing you have experience.” I chuckled and looked at her properly. “You look like you haven’t had proper sleep for a while.” “Comes with the job.” Her eyes flicked upstairs, indicating her newly born baby girl. “You, on the other hand, didn’t just deliver so why do you look the same way?” “I slept a lot last night,” I said instinctively. Lucy’s eyebrow raised as she smelled gossip. “Tell me what you did last night.” I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, then sighed.

Her hands clawed at the floor screaming, “No! I’m real…I’m here…I won’t go!” The man stepped back, his figure fading away into the darkness. The glove lingered for a moment longer, reaching for her face one last time. Her scream shattered the silence. “VINCENT!” The glove brushed against the scar on her chest, and then she vanished. The room was left empty with only the white envelope lying on the floor, glowing faintly. The last words scrawled across it in fresh black ink: “Another disappearance.” Vincent burst through the door at that exact second, his claws slashing and his golden eyes blazing.

For the rest of the dinner, everyone tried their hardest to keep the atmosphere lively. Summer excused herself to use the restroom and never came back. When it was time to pay the bill, I pulled out my phone. A WhatsApp message from Conrad appeared on the screen. "I've landed. Get some sleep." I stared at the message for a long time. Gradually, my vision blurred. In my mind, I kept hearing that sugary-sweet "babe" from the speakerphone. I did not reply. I simply locked the screen. Outside the restaurant, the chilly breeze of early spring hit me head-on.

"You send him one full stop and let him figure the rest out." I stared at her. “You are absolutely no help." “That’s me being generous and helping you brainstorm,” she shot back, then laughed—really laughed, the kind that crinkled her eyes. And against my will, I felt something in my chest loosen. "Look," Lucy said, softer now. "He didn't reply. Not to one call. Not to a single message." She tilted her head. " So it's either he's the most patient man alive… or he understood that something was very wrong with you last night , and he let it go."

“What are you doing here? Get out. I don’t want to see you.” Lucy still remember the recording Dylan’s parent has played for her yesterday when they came to visit. She had heard Dylan’s voice clearly declaring that their relationship wasn’t something serious. He was just passing time with her. Without thinking about anything, she had angrily left the apartment, not minding that it was late into the night. Had she been unlucky yesterday, she might have been raped by those dirty thugs yesterday. Thinking about it made Lucy’s heart cold. There is nothing that would make her forgive Dylan.

"Even though he's a cheating bastard, I share the same room with my husband. Yes I'm traditional.'' She turned to walk out when I stopped her. "Which do you prefer?" I asked as Pablo finished dressing me up. Lucy turned over to give me a real look, assessing the gown, her gaze travelling over it's features, appreciating it. "The red one is perfect." She answered. "Wear that one." And then she walked away, quietly. Thank God. Gabrielle stood up from the bed and inspected the room in her usual slow, classy and stylish manner that usually pissed the hell out of me. But this time around, it didn't, because of the gratitude I felt for her cover-up earlier.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I glance at Luke and notice him gaping at me. “What?” I ask, I look around myself. “You like this song?” he asks closing his mouth. I blush beet red. “It’s a great song” I shrug, nothing weird happening here, just some singing…to a song about orgasms. He laughs “It sure is, and I think I could do it often. I think I have done it often.” I think I’ve become redder than the damn stop light. Thankfully the song changes to I love your way by Powderfinger. Phew!