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“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

I said, "You two are a great match. I wish you both the best." Lily was caught off guard by my calm reaction. While she went to get me some water, I casually flipped open the notebook on the table. Then, my eyes went wide. The lines scribbled on the page were from a famous poem. They were also the lyrics of my representative work, "Simple Joys", from my past life. Beside the verse, a huge red "Die" was scrawled. It had been written with such hatred and so forcefully that it had torn the paper.

Would you like? Debbie to Abby; ‘Absolutely that’s what I need nowadays. Just please give me one hour for my system to be ready. Abby replied: ‘You want me to go out? Debbie, ‘Nope, stay here. I know that you’re doing your work while waiting for me. Debbie sat beside Abby in the sofa. ‘Just relax Abby. I will not do anything that will put you in trouble. Unless, we’ll both agree to do something naughty, Debbie smile and winks at her. ‘Uh, let me get something, just give me a minute. Abby went to her room and took the Ukulele. ‘I want to dedicate this song for you. I hope you will like it.’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.”

As I ran my hands through the keys of the piano, I got lost in the music and began to sing as well. “Moonlit memories, a dance with the unknown, In the verses of the wind, our stories are sown. The pain of goodbye, the joy of hello, In the lyrics of life, we find where we grow. Through the echoes of the past, I'll find my way. a symphony of courage, breaking through the grey. With every note, a journey unfolds.

“Then why are you sweating? I am pretty sure your face isn’t the only part of your body wet ”he said in a whisper. The phone ranged again 🎶Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

The light makes his skin glow like he’s made of something holy. I take it to the corner of the room and pin it to the center of the collage, above the others. Right at eye level. “There,” I murmur. “Home again.” The words feel strange in my mouth — like a prayer said too late. Without thinking, I reach for one of the older photos — Alex asleep, his hair messy, the faintest smile ghosting across his lips. My throat goes dry. I press the photo to my lips and close my eyes. It’s not enough.

Ruby smiled and started helping Valerie get ready before they left. Ruby played music from one of the singers famous for his romantic song Photography_Ed Sheeran which became the song that accompanied their journey. Hopefully, what Ruby was doing would ease Valerie's sadness. One verse of Ed Sheeran's lyrics made Valerie feel sober. 'Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul' "Do I still have time to go back to heal my wounds? Does that person want to go back to fix them? "Valerie glanced out of the window at the view of the streets and skyscrapers that made her remember how she first came to this city. how all the wounds created were as big as her current longing. how could the person who

The name on mine read Tess Holiday. It was a beautiful gesture, but unfortunately, I didn’t seem to need anything anymore. I thought back to that old photograph and the lyric written on the back of it. “The rain falls in my hometown, where the weeds grow thick.” The rest of that song was about a lost lover, and that was exactly what we were. [The End]

" Hector replied. Ryan smiled as he said, "Yes, everything is ready." Suddenly, the band began playing Photograph by Ed Sheeran. As Hector stood, he extended his hand to me. Looking at Hector, I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Come dance with me," he said through the mind link. I smiled and took his hand as we made our way to the dance floor.