Miss Her Song Novels & Stories

The moment I recognized her face, tears streamed down my cheeks. "I couldn't get a hold of you, so I had to trace you through the medical corps' leads." My sister, Caroline Pierce, walked over to the bed and pulled me into a tight embrace while gently patting my back. "Come on. Let's get you home." She helped me board a small charter flight. The plane punched through the clouds, flying steadily toward our home country. I wiped away the last of my tears and stared out the window at the sea of clouds, muttering a quiet goodbye in my heart, "Eleanor, I'm letting you go so you can be happy with Dylan. Goodbye, and for good this time."

I smiled at how she still goes crazy about the band which is kind of something that I missed from her knowing that we are both far apart from each other. "Milo sang me one song before and he said it was from their next album but it wasn't Living Like At It." I muttered. Martha gasped. "Holy shit-hole he did? You've got a lucky ass. Oh my goodness what song was that? Tell me. Tell me the title, please. C'mon, spill it out." "I can't tell." "Of course, you can. We're best friends and best friends don't hide secrets. So spill."

I wanted to cry and not the quiet kind, full on wail and ask whatever god out there that existed what I had done for my life to become such a joke. Why Andrew chose to hurt me like this? I switched on the radio maybe music would make me feel better but then guess what began to play? It was fucking Gracie Abrams, “I Miss You I’m Sorry” I quickly turned off the radio before my mood got even worse. How perfect that that song began to play on the radio today of all days. I was almost convinced that the universe held some sort of grudge with me. Then it began to rain heavily. “Fucking hell!”

"With the income from streaming, I can earn up to 20,000 dollars a month. I want to save enough to build a house in my home village." Just then, Carlos came in. "Lilian, make me some supper." "Sure, Mr. Houston. Ah!" Lilian was showcasing my luxurious makeup vanity to her audience when Carlos came in abruptly. She had just opened the cap of an expensive bottle of toner and was sniffing it. Startled, she dropped the bottle, spilling its contents. "What are you doing?" I frowned unhappily. Lilian scrambled to wipe the table. "I'm so sorry, Alaina. I'm really sorry…"

come on turn the radio on its Friday night and I won't be long I gotta peal my nails and put my high heels on it's Friday night and It won't be long till I hit the dance floor .......hit the dance floor I've gat all I need no I ain't got cash I ain't got cash but I gat you baby" Somebody pls pinch me is that Maddie singing God she has a good voice when I say good I mean a great voice I wish her soul is as good as her voice.

Nothing was unusual, well except the strong odor of garbage and rotting paint. "Can't you hear? My sister Mish is singing and playing the guitar. I think that's one of her compositions." She jumped giddily. He can't help but be happy from his queen's excitement. He cocked his head in the direction of the music and sobered instantly. Her sister's original composition spoke of loneliness. Of insecurities and longing. Of how she felt so alone in her own world. Then finally someone came along believing in her. He winced.

Missy exclaimed in a low voice, mesmerized by the guy’s style of mind that kept switching. “So I don’t really have friends when growing up because I always fantasize about killing them. Not with a knife, but with something much more darker and would cause more pain.” Missy stiffed out a smile that was visibly forced, she grabbed her phone opening her music app as she tapped on a jam mixed by her favorite DJ mixer; Alan Walker. She moved her speaker close to her ear to help block out her attentiveness to the rubbish spilling out from him. “What if the world is just modernized, phones, cars and other devices were never created. I wonder what a modernized world like that would be like that, and

I know my brothers teased me about it for decades. - Logan… – she cut him off gently – If it's something you love so much, then I look forward to sharing it with you. – Missy assured, happily convinced – You make me so happy… All I want is to be able to give you a little happiness too. And... If it really is something that makes you feel so connected to your grandfather, then I sure want to go. – she smiled, sweetly and sadly – I know it doesn't make sense, but… I feel like… If I share this special moment with you… Maybe I can feel like I got to know a little bit of him too, even if not personally. I know music was something that brought the two of you together, so... You don't have to be af

I ordered and checked my phone for any messages but there wasn't none which made me sigh. "Have you seen those memes when two people break up and the man starts missing the girl when she's over?" she asked which made me nod. "Don't worry they'll beg for your ass back after next week." she said which made me laugh. "Yeah." I whispered as I turned the radio on. "This is my song!" she screamed when Rihanna's Wild thoughts song came up as I started laughing.

"Oh my God! He's Zeke!" "Is it for real? He's gonna sing? " They all stuffed out their phones and start recording. Patty took a video as well. " He's so handsome!" I missing you I wanna hold you tight Never let you go Cause I love you so I miss the way you look at me Miss the way you chase me Baby, I regretted the day I let you go. I might be cold But my heart don't You might I think I never care But I do... ohhh