Lirik Lagu Goodbye Road Ikon 소설 & 이야기

"Because my heart hurts." ‎

"Joanna, congratulations on your wedding." "By the time you see this video, I will already be dead. I no longer care who was right or wrong. I only want to tell you that I hate you. I hate you so much. If there is a next life, I never want to see you again." His voice before death was hollow, painful, cold, and weightless, like a judgment echoing from hell. Joanna's face turned deathly pale. She suddenly looked up at the giant screen.

“Okay. But I’m staying in the car.” Highway 9 had not changed. They drove for twenty minutes, leaving the town behind, climbing into the pine hills that cradled the county. The sky was low and gray, threatening rain but not delivering it. The road was two lanes, cracked in places, patched with tar that looked like black scars. Eliana sat in the passenger seat and watched the trees blur by. She remembered this road. She remembered the way it had felt beneath her tires, the way the headlights had cut through the rain, the way Maya had been humming off-key to the radio.

I shot them a look and did not wait for a response, leading the rest into the murky tunnel. Zayden's cough echoed weakly behind me. "Ms. Larson, I don't think my old bones can take much more..." "Don't talk like that, Mr. Lynch," I said, steadying him. "Your work is too important. I'll get you home safe and sound." The tunnel was a damp, shadowy vein under the chaos, the insurgents' shouts a haunting backdrop. We crept along, breaths held, until we reached the safety of the bomb shelter.

My mother's entire world came crashing down, and once again, it was because of Kyle. She truly had no idea how many rotten, unspeakable things this seemingly sweet, obedient boy had been hiding behind her back. Her legs threatened to give out from under her, but she kept her ear pressed to the phone, straining to catch every word. "How did Kyle explain it to you? Did he tell you to wait by the road with the truck?"

Pedro's messages lit up the screen: [Where are you? The surgery's starting. We had a deal.] [My mom's crashing. Please, Ruth. I'm begging you.] [If you're leaving, at least say why. Why vanish like this?] [Twenty years. Everything she did for you—doesn't that matter? Just tell me why.] [Ruth, she's gone. The wedding's canceled. We're done. I never want to see you again.] Below that—my own messages. Dozens.

and closes the door behind him. I hold my breath until I hear the truck leave, then walk to the window to watch it drive down the road until I can’t see or hear it anymore. Then I sink to my knees and cry until I can’t cry anymore. The mixture of thoughts and emotions is so hard to explain. Deep down, I know Rob"s full of shit, and at the same time, I believe I’m a lazy fat-ass, and everyone thinks so.

I drove for like 5 minutes before i met with traffic. "Damn, i don't know what the government are doing that they aren't even taking the reconstruction of this road serious." I mumbled to myself, then turned on the radio, and sang along to the rap song they were playing. Drip too hard, don't stand too close You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave Doing all these shows, I've been on the road I don't care where I go, long as I get paid Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Look at me. Just look at me and tell me you don't love me anymore. We had so many memories together. We were so in love. How could you just forget?" I let out a slow breath and met his bloodshot, desperate eyes. "Brandon, I don't love you anymore. Is that clear enough?" In that instant, it was as if all the strength had drained out of him. He started pounding his fists against the ground, over and over, even as blood seeped from his hands, as though he couldn't feel a thing. "Jocelyn, please! Even if you don't love me, we can start over. I'm begging you… Don't do this…"

But when I woke up, I was still alone, paying for sins I'll never outrun. "Goodbye, Gina. I wish you and Ryan nothing but joy. In the next life, I swear I won't let you down." I shook the envelope, and a necklace fell out. It was the one that held the ashes of our first baby, Jeremy's last tether to the past, but now he had given it to me. Behind me, Ryan called out, asking me to cut the cake. I called back, slipping the letter into my drawer. Then, I fastened the necklace around my neck and walked toward him.