Marceline Is It Just You And Me Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She asked her subconscious, as the moon started to appear and the sun set in the east. "In this mighty darkness, you will lose yourself, in search of pathway. So just walk silently, and if you're lucky, one day you'll end up somewhere else, much better" "Hold up on your strings, until you can. Don't let yourself fall, as it will be harder to get up and focus again. Take the pain as you were made for it, until the pain tires itself and leave you for the happiness to come." The lines from the book she read before, started to sank in her mind. The words were rather difficult to believe and even more hard to implement but somehow they worked to comfort her wrenched state.

" Give me your hand, Gordon..." ***

"WHY, WHY IS IT ME OUT OF ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE, WHY ONLY ME?" I screamed, I sobbed, and the raindrops on my tears made me cold. I was feeling hopeless and lonely because I had no one by my side during the most difficult time of my life, and I'm still alone as usual. "Jennifer, Jennifer, what are you doing here, are you all right? Is everything okay?" I was out of my thoughts when I heard a voice, and when I looked up, I was taken aback "Edward! What brings you here?" I murmured, but the rain on my skin made me cold, and I shivered.

But if there was one thing I had noticed about Marcelo Marino, it was that he loved to fuck with people. He sometimes even say something shit that weren't real just to get under their skin. Just like he was doing to me now. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out my phone. Scrolled. Tapped. The first chords of a song started—soft piano, melancholy. Marcelo snatched the aux cord from the dash, he had never done anything so fast in his life. His nose flared up. “Absolutely not.” “Are you serious?” I asked, glaring hard at him.

Now, I had a purpose—to protect my son. He gave a bitter laugh. “If it’s not suffering, then what is it?” he asked, stepping closer. I couldn’t answer. I just looked at him, feeling my heart twist painfully. Then, after a pause, his voice dropped even lower. “I love you, Marceline.” My breath stopped. He held my gaze like it was the only thing keeping him standing. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I don’t want to share you with anyone. I want you for myself. Only me.”

he chuckled. “Oh, how many times have I imagined you naked beneath me. Your legs spread wide just for me, and moaning my name whenever I thrust deep inside you, and came in you over and over again…” Marceline’s face instantly turned red at his words. “How could you be so vulgar?” Marceline uttered, looking away merely as an excuse to hide the fact that her body felt hotter with each word.

When I Met You by Justine Vasquez. "Sing it for me, sweetie." He mumbled. I sang the first part of the song. Then, he sang the second part. 🎵🎶🎶🎵 I love the touch of your hair And when I look in your eyes I just know, I know I'm on to something good And I'm sure, my love for you will endure Your love will light up my world And take all my cares away with the aching part of me You gave me a reason for my being

Marcelo's movements grew increasingly unsteady, his intoxication becoming more apparent. As he stumbled around the room, he dismissed Georgina's inquiry with a sharp tone, "It's no one." The lyrics of the Italian song spilled from his lips, a haphazard combination of slurred words and disjointed melody. Georgina felt her heart ache with frustration, her need for answers growing stronger within her. “but…. “ Marcelo snapped, “I said it’s no one”.

I can't help but cry. (Music) I've been saving love songs and lullabies And there's so much more No one's ever heard before... Maru wipe my tears and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. “I don't want to see you crying hon.” “Tears of joy.” We both laughed and continue dancing. (Music) Something's telling me it might be you Yeah, it's telling me it must be you And I'm feeling it'll just be you All of my life... (Music) It's you..

“You have to stay alive. Don’t let Marcel get into your head. We’re coming, you just need to hold out.” A gunshot rang out, so close that I flinched instinctively. The line went dead again, leaving me alone with the sound of Marcel’s approaching footsteps. “Looks like your friends aren’t much help,” Marcel called out, his tone dripping with triumph. “Now, why don’t you come out and face your fate like a man?” I crouched lower, gripping the empty gun in my hand, wishing for anything that could turn the tide. But there was nothing. I was out of options, and Marcel knew it.