Living In A World So Cold Song の小説・ストーリー

The cold breeze of the night blew inside the open window causing her nightgown to blow up as she felt chills run down her spine. And the sun will be shining. The flowers still are blooming. Then leaves will turn again. But time will be frozen for us (ha, ha) The song made her realized how much she longed to see a bloomed flower or the sun rising. She always felt like she was frozen in time. Things never seem to go forward in her life. It was always the same routine every day. Cover the windows and come uncover me. Let's forget the world even exists. Cause nothing compares to this.

“This first song is Beautiful by Crush.” Oh… Oh.. David starts singing and I heard Freya and Mythi gasp beside me. “Oh my God…” Freya uttered. “His voice…” Mythi exhaled. I secretly smile and focus on listening to my cousin. It's beautiful life Forever I'll stay by your side It's beautiful life Always standing right behind you Beautiful love Cause we're standing under the same sky Even though we are worlds apart Beautiful life Beautiful day Though I am only living in memories Beautiful life Beautiful day Won't you let me inside your heart

Did you vanish because there are far better places in the universe you can live in? A faint smile made its way to my lips. “What about you, Haira?” I diverted my gaze to my pet as I started to feel pain on my throat. “Did you also run away?” It’s taking so long for me to die. The power within my body strives to keep me alive, but my mind and heart want me dead. I reached for my dagger and took it out from my chest, feeling the tormenting pain of bathing with my own blood. “I-if only I was born like you . . . , " I said, gasping. “Living like you . . . is even better than living like me.”

"You were a lamp in our darkest nights, But you faded away when we needed you the most, And you took pieces of our hearts with you, To a world beyond our reach, Even now I cry over the life we could have had, I worry that you're all alone in that graveyard, Where father buried you and our happiness. It's winter again and I worry that you're cold. I would sell my life to go back to the day that you left, I would fight every monster that stole your soul away." I sing a piece of the song I recently wrote for my dead mother. My voice sounds soother than I imagined it could be. I take a deep breath before carrying on, but the air suddenly smells like a devine fragrance.

'Urgh why does she have to be so annoying all the time, Man I can't stand this lady' Zared thought to himself. Lily spent the night sobbing in her room, her eyes were swollen from all the crying and her head in extreme pain but her tears won't stop. The thoughts in her mind,the questions,the overthinking was slowly killing her and she was not able to help it. She wanted to escape this world, escape to somewhere,where only happiness existed. She didn't like the people here, the people this world consisted of were cruel, selfish, heartless, ungrateful and what not, they only saw kind people like a use and throw product, they would take advantage of them and then throw them to the dogs. She hat

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to study at Northern Werewolf University." Everyone stared at me in shock. Dad slammed his cutlery down. "Northern Werewolf University? What for? The Northern Territory is basically wilderness. Going there is no different from living like a rogue again!" Tatiana put on her usual mask of concern. "Sheila, did your scores fall short? The Northern Territory is tough. I know you got used to hard life, but why put yourself through that?" I looked at her calmly. I didn't rise to her bait anymore.

“Rebuilt. Stable. Eternal.” “They’re trapped,” Maya said. “They’re alive,” he countered. “And they’re happy.” She turned to him sharply. “Happy because you made them be! You programmed joy like it’s a setting!” Adrian’s calm expression faltered slightly. “Do you really think suffering is worth saving, Maya? You saw the world outside—the rot, the silence. There’s nothing left out there but ghosts.” She stared at him. “Maybe ghosts are still real.” They walked through the crowd—past people laughing in cafés, children chasing holographic birds, old men reading newspapers that never changed headlines. Everything repeated in a perfect, suffocating rhythm.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Her voice is cold. I am frozen.

I was almost getting there,when I heard someone singing. 🎶I close my eyes and I can see a world that's waiting up for me that I call my own.. Through the dark , through the door a world that's waiting up for me that I call my own They can ,they can say it all sounds crazy,they can say ,they can say I've lost my mind.. I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake..