Puzzle Piece Lyrics の小説・ストーリー

he whispered, “It’s not always easy and doesn’t always promise happiness. But just like we don’t stop living, we shouldn’t stop loving.” I stared up at him, trying to understand how this man could say so much with so little effort. “I’m a puzzle,” I murmured. “Be my missing piece. I’m a beast, and you… you’re my beauty. I could try to live without you, but I’d fail miserably. I want you to be the light that chases away the darkness I’ve lived in for too long.”

I scream loudly, hurting my lungs and throat. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, hugging myself and sobbing like a baby; no one is coming to save me. I stand slowly and walk back to the pile of trash from my past. I shuffle through the papers and notice a clean envelope. I open it and redraw the neatly folded paper. I unfold it. Your clue, loser. Solve the word puzzle and get your passcode. Five fragile hearts are forever down. Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads. Amidst the ruins of a love own

"the beach is my comfort place, i remember going to the beach to seek solace whenever me and my mum would have a fight. Someone ones told me that ‘when you find somewhere or something you like, never let it go’ . because of this, i’ve always wanted to have a house close to the beach, it’s just so peaceful out here” In an attempt to lighten up the mood, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "I got us something," he said with a grin. Gina looked at him curiously as he opened the box, revealing a pair of matching necklaces with small pendants shaped like puzzle pieces. "They're like the pieces of a puzzle," he explained, "fitting perfectly together. A reminder that even when we

“You haven’t said anything about the clue. Where are we going?” I roll my eyes, trying not to groan. “Sorry, puzzles aren’t really my thing.” “Let me see,” she says, holding out her hand. I raise the paper up instead, scanning the words: Round and cold, a winter’s delight, find me where the frost takes flight. “Huh. Ice… sculpture,” I mutter, piecing it together. “Yeah, I think I know where it is. Follow me.” Before we can take two steps, a commotion down the hallway catches my attention. Two fools from another team sprint past us, followed by Damon and Mia tearing after them.

—I challenge him. —Maybe. Who knows. —Then find something to cover my eyes. —I glance around. —There's nothing here, so... you're off the hook. Next time. —Next time, huh? I look down at the keys and begin to play. I didn't go for a classical piece—rather, I chose a pop song. It tells the story of a journey full of obstacles and challenges, also mentioning the dangers someone is willing to face to reach the person they love.

he met my gaze, “I'm not that genius and patient enough to complete such puzzle." Rupert raised from sitting on the floor. He transferred to the vacant space next to me. He took a sip of his beer before he grinned at me. I was shocked, on the other hand. “That puzzle has more than six thousand pieces? That’s insane." I took a sip of my beer and then turned my gaze at him, still looking in disbelief. "If it's not you, who was the crazy human who did that puzzle?" He laughed before drinking another chug of his beer. I did the same before averting my gaze back to the framed puzzle.

Fast. Each step jerks me up against a man chest, which hurts. When all movement comes to a halt, I struggle to open my eyelids. I whimper in pain as it feels like whatever is holding me is staring down into my face and it feels like... No, Amanda. It's not possible. Don't even think about hoping. "Every time you do that, you remember what happened."... trembling." What? Who is speaking right now? Why is the world like a jigsaw puzzle with mismatched pieces?

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.