Perfect Pitch Last Song Novels & Stories

"I promise. I won't keep you waiting for too long. I'll definitely find you within this lifetime. And as always, the spot by my side will be awaiting your claim." A sunny and charming smile bloomed on Arias' face. Though small, it was her first genuine smile since four years ago. It blew away the biting cold rooted in her heart, and it seemed to illuminate the darkness around them. A tear streaked down her cheek, but this time it felt warm and her feet no longer tingled. Her nasally voice choked out her goodbye. "Then I'll be waiting for you." As daylight began to break through the dense shadows that enclosed them, Amon chuckled.

The note read: "Please stream these songs: B.E.D by Jacquees; Sorry by Sir Remmy; Sorry by Frescool; Beauty Doesn't Cry by Jacquees." "Every man got principles, and I'm a man." I muttered unconsciously. "You talking to me Mr.?" "Nah! I was, just singing along." "Okay. You love the songs?" "Sure. Um! Just stop at the red building over there." "Alright!" "Thanks! How much?" "A thousand Dila, you know we traveled through the longest distance?"

Rebecca nodded and helped to lift Jean’s long lacy train and together with two little flower girls, they exited the canopy. Etta James’ ‘At Last’ blasted on the stereo as the women marched towards the men. 'At last My love has come along My lonely days are over And life is like a song At last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you I found a dream That I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill To press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known You smiled, you smiled Oh and then the spell was cast

Feels like due to all this I am breaking down. I scream inside and shout, Feels like I’ll never be able to let it out. I promise myself long emotions that I can keep, Feels like I should hug a wall, Bleed out my heart and weep. Life like this is really tough, Feels like I won’t take it anymore, It’s already more than enough. I need a space to breathe And have a little fun, Feels like someday I’ll break these chains, And far away I’ll run. ... ‘Congratulations to the team ‘Shadow’, for your win at Udaipur. How does it feel?’ the interviewer asked.

But oh, sweet summer will be here With my memories of old. Soon you'll cross the distance, wherever you're from. I just need to hang on for my 7 days to come. I slowed the pace, let the last notes hang in the air, fill the room. 7 days, please come. Silence lingered, and I slowly opened my eyes. Then, the room erupted into applause. God, I loved that rush. Nothing like it. Grinning, I took a quick bow and announced last call.

His voice is really nice to the ear. He grabbed the microphone and brought it closer to him. "The day you said goodnight." The surrounding area was filled with applause when Aivan finished singing. They performed four more songs and the ones they sang were Let me Be the one by Jimmy Bondoc, your love by Alamid, The man who can't be moved by The Script and the last one they sang was This I promise you by NSync. Aivan really meant to give me glimpses while he was singing! I know that and I'm just not trying to make myself believe it!

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

"That's wonderful, Tabby. I'm so happy that you're finally coming back after all these years." The voice of a middle-aged man rose excitedly from the other end of the line. My uncle, David Norbury, was thrilled to hear from me. Just as the call ended, Luther Jansen opened the door to the room. Along with him, the scent of an unfamiliar woman's perfume wafted in. The scent was so sickly sweet that it stung my nose.

“I didn’t say that. I said I tolerate it.” She dramatically placed a hand on her chest. “You wound me, Mr. Davenport.” I laughed louder this time, tapping the wheel in rhythm. “You know what? Let me save you.” I clicked the skip button. The next song started—something slower, softer. “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. Lena melted instantly. “Ohh. Okay. You win.” “Fewer lyrics to butcher,” I teased. She turned to me, faux-offended. “Rude. But true.”

I closed my eyes and forced a soft, broken smile, “Yes, I'm not going to commit suicide. But, I’m not for you but to leave you and start my life over again.” Lysander sighed with relief, misunderstanding my words entirely, “Now we can go…” As he loosened his grip, I seized the chance to kick his groin hard, finally breaking free from his embrace. I looked straight at him and carefully enunciated: “But I won’t go either.” Lysander turned pale and trembled slightly. He nearly lost his balance from the intense pain. His anger could no longer be contained, “Seraphina, you’ve gone too far.”