Novelas y relatos de Nothing Is Impossible Songs

I clung to the same song, the one that had always been my lifeline in those darkest moments. "Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us, only sky. Imagine all the people. Livin' for today. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion, too. Imagine all the people. Livin' life in peace..." I whisper-sang. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Even if I open my eyes the entire day I'm busy looking at all the things That are so clear to see I'm already tired from everything I don't need to see every small, black thought I'm already tired from everything I don't need to read all the fine print I don't want to wiеld a sword to find The things you worked so hard to hide I'm finе just getting fooled by you Is there something behind the rainbow It's too far, I can't see it I can only imagine marvelous things Still, I don't want to wear glasses Get tricked and deceived, but I still trust I'm busy imagining and being disappointed I'm already tired from everything I don't care to see your flaws I'm already tired from everything I'm not goi

"I've looked everywhere I can Just to find a clue Oh to get to you And make you want me And I've run circles around the sun Chasin' after you Oh but it's no use Can't you see that I'm going out of my mind Trying to find a way to get through to you Oh you don't know how hard I try And I try and I try What do I gotta do? Do I gotta get water from the moon? Is that what I gotta do To make you love me, make you love me? Do I gotta turn the sand into the sea? Is that what you want from me? I've done everything that I can do But get water from the moon..." Her voice was melodious but it was filled with sorrow and sadness. A tear slipped from her closed eyes and watching her so immerse in the song

Have I lost everything? 🎧🎧🎧

I didn’t really expect him to sing with me but here we are. Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back

Mm Mm, mm I know your favorite song I hear it everyday Whoever made your smile Made it to get in my way And every time you laugh You make that little sound It's just the hardest thing To love you but not know how So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me If I didn't know better, then I would believe We were made for each other, but I'd know the truth You're no good for me, I'm no good for you And I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me I hate that you're perfect You're perfect for me What good are words when they always just get in our way And it hurts the most just t

And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to tame, and impossible to escape. And I was already consumed.

“No, you don't.” Azzmi rolled her eyes. Or tried to. The movement wasn't very successful. “Why is that so hard to believe?” “Because I'm me.” She stared at him. “That is the worst argument I've ever heard.” “Do you know how many women would love to be in your position?” “Yes.” “Exactly.” “I'm not them.” Raven shook his head. “Nope.” “Raven—” “Nope.” “You are impossible.” “And you're lying.” Azzmi groaned dramatically.

Her wrinkled hands grip the wheel like she’s ready to mow me down. “I’m sorry,” I bark out, stumbling back onto the curb. Her glare lingers, sharp and judgmental, before she drives past. I exhale, but then the glass doors of the shopping mart swing open, spilling out light and noise. I back into the shadows, away from the glow, just as a group of children bundled in thick sweaters rush out, singing Christmas songs at the top of their lungs. Their voices clash, high-pitched and chaotic, and they swarm around me like bees. One of them spots me, stares up at my shadowed face, and his little cheeks go red as tears prick his eyes.

Sabrina, you'll come back like this too, won't you? There were so many things coming through to me that I did not even notice the tissue box was strange. When the system rebooted, it told me it could not erase my memories. [Liam's obsession with the host is at Level 99. Memory wipe is not possible.] I scowled, annoyed, thinking that this was like a bad dream that would not end. [People from other worlds can't break through the barrier, can they?] The system had promised that before. Now, it was clear the system was a mess and not to be trusted.