Lirik Way Back Home Latin Novels & Stories

"What happened… This is good news for us. We should celebrate it." I didn’t know how it happened, or how they got enough evidence to arrest Shainara, but I didn’t care anymore. I just needed to see him and hug him. That would be enough for me. "Come home, okay? Don’t buy anything. Just come home…" The other line was silent because he didn’t answer. All I could hear was his deep breathing, which made my heart beat even faster. "I’m sorry… But I can’t go home, Sandara."

* *We are here to take you home* Yeah, whos’ home… yours or mine?

he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now. Willow just bursts out laughing, slapping her hand on her thigh. Oh, her thigh! I wanna slap it too. I can’t help but laugh along with her. “Jamie and Hendrix? Are you fucking kidding me?” she asks, trying to catch her breath. I feel so content right now. Hearing her soft giggles, inhaling her sweet scent. I could just sit by her side for the rest of my life, and I’d be happy. “My sister and her mate are Song and Lyric,” I say.

"I don't know you." Those four simple words struck Eric like a knife. He stared at me in disbelief. "Aimee, what did you just say?" Then he forced a strained smile. "Don't joke with me. Come home with me, okay?" "Home?" I repeated, letting out a faint, mocking laugh. "Which home? The one where you locked me in a room and left me to die because another woman was scared of thunder?" His whole body trembled, as if those words had drained the strength from him.

He turns following her finger with his eyes to where I am already watching him. "So if by the time the bar closes And you feel like falling down I'll carry you home Tonight."

Your homeland is longing for thee. Dainty steps drifting. Dainty steps drifting. Joyous rendezvous, Dreaming for your appearance. Expecting your comfort. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? My heart is longing for your return. Continuously asking why and why, Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Softly singing to afar. Wait & wait & wait for thee. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Green is the grass & and green are the willows,

Wanna go home, whoa So tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa' 'Party Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around me's fallin' in love to our song I, I, oh I, yeah Hate it Taking the shot 'cause I can't take it But I don't think they make anything that strong So I hold on I, I, oh I, yeah' I am getting louder verse by verse. Christian laughs at me I tell him to join me and he does. 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa So tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of lov

And for the first time since returning home. Dreston Tremont slept peacefully.

“Promise me this isn’t just tonight. Promise we’re still ‘us’ when the sun comes up.” He cradled my face, calloused thumbs smudging tear tracks. “You’re not just my first,” he said, the Spanish rolling off his tongue like a vow. “You’re my siempre (always). I’ll spend lifetimes learning the map of you.” His gaze locked onto mine, a black void edged with a brilliant blue where the moonlight caught it. “*Eres mi hogar ahora, mi vida. (You’re my home now, my life.)” The words settled in my ribs, a balm and a brand.

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling, humming along to the track by the Filipino boy group, Atlantis. "Ayoko nang maranasan... Paghihirap na pinagdaanan..." I sang softly. The lyrics hit me incredibly hard. I truly never wanted to experience the nightmare I went through back then. If I were ever to fall in love again, I hoped it would be with the right person. I hoped they wouldn't make me suffer anymore. Out of nowhere, I heard Dominic sing the very next lines. "Bumalik ka na, aking tahanan. Babalik ka ba sa 'ting tahanan?"