Novel & Cerita Like The Ceiling Can't Hold Us Song

My screaming was swallowed by their cheers. Ezel quickly deleted the clip, then jeered, "Oops, sent to the wrong person! Dad told us to pretend we didn't see you. Will, just act like you didn't see it. "Actually, whether you saw it or not doesn't matter—Will Lewis is just a rat that can't show its face. You're going to die in a gutter soon." I slumped to the ground, hands shaking uncontrollably, blood welling from the severed digits. My eyes were dry; I couldn't shed another tear.

It’d be fun I think to myself, and we march off down the street. We walk a couple blocks to a bar I’ve never been to. The sign says “Crossroads”. How fucking fitting I think to myself as we walk inside together. Inside the bar definitely gives off elevated dive bar feels. The lighting is a bit dark and it’s clean. There’s a dark wood bar, with seats around it. Matching dark wood tables fill the remaining space, with the exception of a small portion that looks to be a dance floor. No one’s dancing right now though. Behind the bar, stacked on shelves, is liquor of every kind.

"Do we have to go over the rules again, Red?" I looked at him like he was freaking out of his dark, perverted mind. He was going 'to force me to tie myself to him forever with no hope of ever escaping. How the hell can he live with himself? How can he live with the fact that I'll always hate him if he makes me go through with his insane plan? Everything, all of what he did to me and keeps doing, came crashing to the surface and I got pissed, really pissed.

I hope they appreciate K-Pop because the only song I can think of is Kill This Love. Fatigue tugs at the edges of my vision. I wonder what time it is? How long have we been in the closet? I look closely to see the pups have fallen asleep holding hands. It’s their new favorite way to fall asleep. I try to smile, but I’m too nervous.

The reception area has a hexagon design of acoustic ceiling tiles which looks more like giant crystal suspended from the white ceiling. We stop at the counter for a brief second for Renata to pick her key card from the receptionist before heading to the twelfth floor. When the elevator doors shut, I half-expect Ren to do something stupidly absurd like trying to get close to me but she maintains her distance, not saying a word to me until the ride is over.

"Couldn't really love you any more You've become my ceiling I don't think I love you anymore That gold mine changed you You don't have to hold me anymore Our cave's collapsing" "I don't want to be me anymore" I wasn't really sure if she was even aware I had entered the room, her song coming out in a quiet broken whisper. A lone tear making it's trail down the side of her head, landing on the floor beneath her.

If anyone forced her into marriage, it would only be me! After Dylan spoke, the gossipy guests immediately zipped their mouths and hung their heads in shame. The ceremony only continued afterward. However, just as the emcee began announcing the next item on the agenda, Conan suddenly rushed onstage and grabbed the mic away from him. Everyone in the hall was shocked.

And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh Maybe you'll be on your way to work And hear it when you're driving down the street And maybe then you'll wanna make things work And tell me that you never wanna leave My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh ........... " Just as the song end

THE LET GO {Playlist Suggestion: "Glimpse of Us" by Joji / "Let It Go" by James Bay} ~KADE POV~ The slow song echoed through the huge, glittering ballroom, and I pulled Chelsea flush against my chest, wrapping my free arm securely around her waist while my other hand gripped the silver handle of my cane, balancing my weight so we could just sway together in the middle of the floor. It was supposed to be the perfect moment.

I play a random song on my playlist and turn the volume up to the max, so in case he decides to say anything else, I won't be able to hear him. The car vibrates under my ass as I rest my head back and close my eyes, refusing to reopen them until I hear us pull into the mansion. The next song starts to play with the singer diving headfirst into the lyrics just as the car comes to a rolling halt. It's a song that talks about what it means to bare yourself to someone, soul and all, just to have them not be there for you when you need them, and if the universe wasn't trying to call me stupid before, it most certainly was now.