Lirik Blue Hour Txt Novels & Stories

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I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge. - "It will embrace me, too. Soon."

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

Blue! That night, I fell asleep on our bed, weak and broken. That very night, I dreamed of Blue again. I sleepwalked again. I cried in my sleep again. For the past several days of missing her, I think I'm slowly losing my sanity. I'm trying so hard to be strong but it's fcking impossible. My strength disappeared. I already planned my future with her. I already pictured us living happily together. Now that she disappeared, I don't know what to do. What is life without her? It's hell. I don't wanna live in the darkness anymore. I don't wanna be in hell anymore. I need my angel. My Blue… ***

“This song is for the two of us. Kanlungan by Noel Cabangon. You know it, right? We used to sing it together.” Blue nodded. “Yes.” Red began strumming. Blue smiled. Somehow, Red had improved at playing the guitar. “Opportunities come and go. Can yesterday be returned?” From the first two lines, Blue sobbed. He felt every word, every wish to turn back time. Red paused as the bedroom door opened. “Sssh. You’re here.” Blue in the video jumped onto the bed immediately. He smiled at what his brother was doing. He got up, sat beside him, and hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek.

Ruby P.O.V. Blue Light Hall breathes like a chest that forgot how and is relearning. After the circle, after Calder’s last look and the door slamming winter behind him, the room does the holy work of returning to itself, benches dragged back into lines, mugs righted and children counted for the third time even though none have sprouted wings or vanished into beams.

Eden started fingerpicking the guitar to the tune of Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground and started singing along to the rhythm. Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just Make me mad Linger on Your pale blue eyes Linger on Your pale blue eyes Eden was singing with her eyes closed, but she could sense that everyone was looking at her. Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but couldn't keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on Your pale blue eyes

I digress. I love it here. The darkness. The stars. The endless, flat landscape of ice against the wash of the aurora, painting the sky in shades of emerald and pale pink every night… and day, in reality. It’s fall, a week before the official start of the semester, and already the sun has failed to rise for several days, barely poking above the horizon, giving off nothing more than what the locals call the “blue hour,” where the normally dark sky turns an impressive midnight blue before fading back to black.

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”

[Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo We were ships in the night, night, night I'm wondering Are you my best friend Feel's like a river's rushing through my mind I wanna ask you If this is all just in my head My heart is pounding tonight I wonder If you Are too good to be true And would it be alright if I Pulled you closer How could I know One day I'd wake up feeling more But I had already reached the shore Guess we were ships in the night Night, night Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo