I am not Your Love Story
I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.”
With one more soundless breath in, I sing, “in the darkness, the wolf wakes. To a numbed heart of ice, the wolf takes. With you beside me, the wolf sleeps. On a starlit night, our wishes leap.”
I’m about to continue the second verse when the woman, with a smile, holds up her hand. The group seems somewhat impressed and although I didn’t finish the song; I pray I pass their trial.
Bab Populer