Novel & Cerita Miss Her Song

( Not me crying on my bed and sending you this) I’m tryin to find you And show you my heart It's bleeding, crying Why can't you just say That you've move on She's kissed your lips That was mine I wanna run, But I’m a fool I kept on hoping You'll knock on my door Smiling, and pulling me Into your arms Oh how I‘ve missed you My heart whispers your name Maybe you'll come back If I say that I love you (my first song) Yours, Bibi’s mom

I flipped back into reality, and it made me wish I was not in that place. "You didn't miss Ma'am Felicity too much, did you, Miss Elyana?" the servants teased me. I immediately loosened the hug and stepped away from that gay who didn't even try to defend me. "Well, I do. I missed my best friend. It's normal for us to hug. There's no malice to that," I told them to escape the awkwardness even a little. I was quite pissed that Felicity didn't even say anything. My hand went behind me and I gave him a pinch.

"Sir, you have the wrong person." But Dante didn't care. He strode up to me, his eyes full of excitement and joy. "Emby, I couldn't be wrong. You must be Emby!" I frowned, trying to avoid his touch, but it was too late. Dante grabbed my hand, his voice trembling. "Emby, I've missed you so much. I've thought about you every single day for these three years!" I sighed and forcefully pulled my hand away. "Sir, you really have the wrong person. I don't know you."

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

It was the woman from the photograph, the one with the connection to Richard. She spoke, her voice a haunting lilt, "The pendant is but half the puzzle. Even if mended, it requires a key. A song only the true bearer knows." I blinked, taken aback. "A song?" She nodded. "A lullaby from our world. One that I once sang to Richard when we were young." Richard's gaze was distant, lost in memories. "I haven't heard that lullaby in ages." She moved closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "The song is in your heart, Elain. You've known it, felt it, even if you don't remember it."

He wanted her to look at him like she used to before he’d gone and fucked it all up. He gave her one last devastatingly sweet kiss then pulled his lips away. He felt her lips chase his a little as he did so, giving him a warm feeling in his chest. He touched his forehead to hers, both hands now tangled in her hair. His heart was beating in a staccato rhythm that he was sure she could feel as they stood there wrapped up in each other. His lips still felt the heat of hers as her warm breath touched his face. Her eyes were still closed, and he was afraid to speak. He stayed still just breathing her in for several long moments. Finally, on a sigh, he whispered, “Ah, Angel, I’ve missed you so muc

She leans a little back from me, not knowing what had been going through my head just now. I gaze into her beautiful baby blue eyes. She is so beautiful - if only she was not broken. “ I had - I had a little sister too. Veronica. I don’t know what happened to her. I don’t know if they killed her or not. I don’t know anything but I think they did kill her or else she would have been in the hell with me. ” She starts ranting in a deranged, helpless state and I can’t do anything other than to watch her going through a breakdown.

As the song changes, I put my hand on his and we saunter gently across the dance floor. There was a gentle melody. The meaning of every word in this song spoke directly to my soul. The realization that so much time had passed came to me when it was nearly midnight. As they arrived, our visitors presented us with presents and expressions of gratitude. My folks were nonetheless overjoyed for me even though they were hesitant. My brother Michael looked quite serious, but he said nothing. Seriously, I overheard my brother and Kent chatting. My anxiety levels rose. To a certain extent, my brother was overprotective. I let out a long breath of relief as I watched them shake hands. Kent and I went

I’m so jealous. [Rue’s probably crying, right? She’s been pursuing you all these years, and in the end, she’s just a pastime to you.] [I hope her tears don’t drown you, dude!] [If she cries, she cries. Worst case, I’ll spend a little time coaxing her. I guarantee it won’t even take two days before she comes running back to me. It’s been years. You think I don’t know her by now? Listen up, Joanna will be my future wife. Don’t get it wrong… Sh*t! I think I forgot to log out of WhatsApp on computer!]

The words landed in the small space between them like something set down carefully, not thrown. "I've loved you through everything that went wrong," she said, "through five years of learning to live without you, through every version of this story I've told myself to survive it. I'm not saying it because I want something from you. I'm saying it because you told me you go to that grave and tell him I'm coming back, and the least I can give you in return is the truth of where I actually am." Adrian looked at her for a long moment before he spoke.