Parting Glass Song Novels & Stories

“Let’s see if they like what you got for them tonight. I mean, they won’t be ready!’’She winked at me. “Give ’em hell.” I stepped out and tge lights were everywhere. A hush fell over the room, they were all staring at me, waiting for me to sink. I cleared my throat and began to sing. I sang with my heart in my hands. I had written that song when I broke up with my ex so it was filled with emotions. My voice, clear, raw, haunting, filled the room and everyone stayed silent.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

Jane withheld the tears from her eyes but she can't control them from coming further. "I was so afraid to be in the rain again because it feels like everybody wanted to leave me because of the streaming water from the sky," Jane added as she sobbed as the song from the speakers where the Lady Gaga song was playing. Jane looked down at her feet as Paul darted her eyes everywhere. He didn't know how to react as he remembered that day. It was the one they needed to be separated. And he was ordered to leave Jane without even saying a word.

CHAPTER 5 LIZZY’S POV “I have been hearing symphonies, If all I heard was silence Perhaps it is for you and me And every melody is timeless Life is stringing me along Then you came and you cut me lose So, I am singing on my own I can’t find the key without you And now your song is on repeat And I am dancing on to your heartbeat And when you are gone, I feel incomplete So, if you want the truth I just want to be part of your symphony…………...”

Then the music changed. My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass before I could stop myself. I knew that song. The first note hit me harder than it should have. Something in my chest tightened before I could stop it. The song pulled me backward for a second — to a version of myself that existed before the penthouse, before the ring, before I learned how quiet a person could become inside a marriage. I looked down at my glass and took a slow breath. The kind you take when you absolutely cannot lose composure in public.

I wander cautiously closer and recognize the song he’s strumming quietly, softly tugging the strings, so he doesn’t make a lot of noise and I wonder if it’s because he didn’t want me to come to him or if he didn’t want to wake me. Arry’s playing one of his favorite songs and the lyrics I know so well are not lost on me. The Scientist by Coldplay, lingering in the air between us and I my heart hitches up in my throat. Emotion spiking inside of me and I wonder if this is his way of telling me something. A song about falling apart and going back to the start. A song about parting, and I can’t take it anymore. it’s like the worst kind of message from someone’s heart that you never want to hear a

**** [From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night Summertime and I'm caught in the feeling Getting high and I'm up on the ceiling I don't know what you're doing in New York All I know is you ain't on my bedroom floor I'm seeing you undressed in my room But it's just a memory, a fantasy (Fantasy) Are you in your house? Are you going out? Are you going crazy like me? From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night I try to forget about you, baby And I die when I think of you with someone else and I don't know

Perhaps he was out for a run, I thought, and sighing, I turned to leave when I heard his voice quietly singing. ♪No, I can’t let you go. You’re a part of me now. Caught by the taste of your kiss. ♪ He was singing one song from the CD he gifted me not so long ago. He was mocking me by saying that most of these songs were sad and depressive. But look at us now. Seemed like these songs were written for us. They suited our case perfectly. I stepped forward and into the office. He was sitting down on the floor, one leg down, and the other bent on the knee. He was leaning his forearm on that knee, holding an empty whiskey glass. His head was hung, and his voice was so weak and broken.

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

She giggled and nodded at him. He cleared his throat and started strumming and then singing. Your eyes were blue as the sky Your lips felt so soft that makes high Your touch was like a goodbye For a selfish thought that it would be always mine I was your moon and you were my sun We were always together but always apart In this never-ending space I wish that we'll be intertwined