Melody From The Book Out Of My Mind นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could not stop myself from sneezing twice. Then, the familiar tickle in my nose made me freeze. When I looked up, the girls in Aurora Sanders's row had already stepped out of formation and were introducing themselves to us. "My name is Aurora. The Aurora dancing in the sky. Nice to meet everyone." The familiar words made my fists tighten as I realized I had gone back in time. I was back on the first day of university's freshman boot camp! As Aurora spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and the soft, almost-radiant skin on her face seemed to glow under the sun.

"Adrian—" "I have to," I told him, and I freed myself from his hold. The recording studio office complex towered over me, the epitome of every dream I had ever had for myself. Under the oppressive, gray sky, steel and glass sparkled—the type of place something miraculous was bound to happen. My heart racing, I walked into the room with my notepad pop in my hand as if it were a token of pride.

“Let me write goodbye.” Jessica rolled her eyes. “Fine. Make it quick.” --- Once alone, Melodie clawed at the mortar, pried loose a brick. Inside, she shoved the carved flute and a diary page she'd hidden in her dress. Her final truth. Anchored in stone. --- “I don’t need to scream,” she whispered, bloodied fingers trembling. “This will sing for me.” ---

VICTORIA POV "She had no choice but to sacrifice herself" I said "That’s the end, there isn’t anything written on the next page," I said as I closed the book "Are you sure?" Lyon asked " Yes, I can’t believe this, almost everything that happened to her happened to me, the well, the insect, almost everything, and her mom got missing just the way Mick got missing. But I don’t understand who Melody is.” "She’s no worse than a devil, Melody is the cause behind everything.”

“She may erase everything connected to it.” A cold silence settled over them. Victor slowly raised his hand. “So the fate of the world depends on whether an ancient child has a happy memory or a bad one?” Damien looked at him. “When you say it like that, it sounds worse.” “It is worse.” Elyra barely heard them. She was listening to something else. A faint sound inside her mind. A child humming. The melody was soft and unfamiliar, yet somehow she knew it. She closed her eyes. The chamber disappeared.

It wasn't until the three of them lovingly walked upstairs that I came back to my senses. I realized then that I truly had no lingering attachment to this family. Thankfully, the sorrow didn't affect my performance during the interview. The conversation with the hiring manager ended on a pleasant note. "I'll send you the results tomorrow. I really enjoyed our talk today, Ms. Hawthorn." I smiled and shook his hand, eager to leave this heartbreaking place, but I was still a step too late. "Mom!" Finn's voice came from the private room across the hall. His eyes were wide as he looked at me.

Yet the girl in front of me had offered herself to the photographer without the slightest reservation. Every page was a slap across my face, loud enough to wake me from years of self-deception. I slowly set the album down, as if someone had drained every bit of strength from my body. When Julian pushed open the door, his mouth parted in surprise. A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, I broke the suffocating stillness first. "Who is this girl?" My voice was terrifyingly calm. In the dim room, he did not notice that my entire body was shaking.

Deal? Before I could respond, she picked up the microphone and explained, "This necklace is inspired by a celestial legend. It's said that the shimmering stars in the Milky Way are fragments of longing scattered by the god of love…" Her explanation matched exactly what I had in mind. Applause erupted from the audience. Caleb gently took her hand and pecked it, while my father and stepmother looked at her with unmistakable pride. I was the only one left standing there like a clown, frozen on stage, unable to say a single word.

On me. "Ok sweetheart. I'm going to start a spell. hopefully it can start to undo the binding. It's a process so it won't all happen at once. Maybe you can start remembering our Deacon here." she placed a hand on his cheek but he was staring straight at me. She started to chant over and over. Words I didn't recognize and I stared at her in wonder as I felt like I was slowly floating. colors became more vivid. Noises came down to a hush in the background. But Deacons hand kept me anchored.

She smelled of books and stories Of all the worlds she'd lived within As though the ink had left the pages To find a new home in her skin She didn't quite belong here Lived a life within her head Like she'd slipped out from the covers Of a paperback instead And I'd see it in her eyes That they were deeper than a well She was a whole library of stories That I'd beg of her to tell When she spoke to me I'd listen To the adventures of her mind For if there's such a thing as magic Then it was something she could find And her heart had looked much further Than her eyes had ever seen She'd walked on words to places Her two feet had never been It will be years now since she moved And we will fail to