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he continued softly singing as others joined us on the dance floor. “All I want is freedom. A world with no more night. And you, always beside me. To hold me and to hide me. Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Crista, that’s all I ask of you.” I smiled as he modified the song to use my name.

Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

Then I sing. “Walking alone on a silent road Did not know where my heart would go Carrying pieces I could not mend Thought the night would never end Then you stood there without a sound Like the sun on frozen ground Did not ask, did not try to own But somehow felt like home I do not know what this feeling is Soft as air, deep as this But when you smile, the world feels right Like I found my way through night…” My voice trembles slightly, but I keep going. “Maybe it is not love, not yet

The judge asked. "Sherry Hue," Sherry said into the microphone. "Ok, you can start," The judge said. Sherry cleared her throat softly and started singing. "Ever feel nervous, ever feel love? Ever feel numb, feel nothing at all? I can feel an ocean rushing right through my blood Leave the door open, leave the door shut Even when I'm good again, made my mind up I just wanna let go, not overthink too much Now I fantasize what life could be

Cause of death: suicide by drowning. [Please prepare accordingly for your death.] Iris frowned for a moment, then picked up her phone and contacted a lawyer, asking him to draft a divorce agreement. Just as she was about to put the phone down, a notification popped up. [Renowned singer Lionel Potter's song for his wife, "Only You", surpasses one billion streams!] Her fingers trembled as she tapped it open. The article included a video clip released by a reporter. It was a behind-the-scenes vlog of Lionel creating "Only You".

I step into the live room, headphones on, mic adjusted to my height. The glass between us feels like old times and not. “Ready?” he asks through the talkback. “Always,” I say. “Liar,” he murmurs, but his eyes are soft. I start with something simple. A melody that’s been looping in my head since Palermo. A verse about disappearing. A chorus is about being seen too much and not at all. The words that follow are less kind. They’re about him. *You said you’d ruin me to save me,* I sing. *Signed my name without a sound…*

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I found myself so close to him, our lips lingering only inches away from each other’s that my breath caught in my throat. Our gazes smoldering, and his breath cool against my open lips, I could taste his scent on my tongue that set my heart wildly beating. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * His deep blue, ocean eyes penetrated deep into mine with such tenderness and vulnerability, that I found m

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

I went home with a happy heart, a beautiful smile painted on my face. Finally, my dream came true. I got to meet the werewolf. Finally, it all came true. "Finally my dream has come true!!!" "noisy!! Hurry up and work on your deadline.” Reina, looking at me with annoyance. Could I be that noisy? I don't know I can't protest again, because I'm so happy after knowing he's a Werewolf. "Could he be my partner?"

With Lionel looking at me, clearly confused, I got into the car and said, "Only people with dirty minds see everything as dirty. If you think dinner means something else, maybe you shouldn't go for dinner ever again. What if a guy looks at you while you're eating and you think he's trying to sleep with you?" Tracy banged on the car window in frustration. "Are you just gonna leave like this?" I rolled the window down halfway. "You like honest guys like Jamie, right? I'm just giving you two some alone time." Once Lionel got in, I quickly hit the lock before Tracy could try to open the door. "I'm taking my husband out, and we're gonna get a hotel room after. You sure you want to come with us?"