Songs On Waiting For Someone Novels & Stories

A commotion erupted outside the storage room. Footsteps scrambled in every direction, people dragging things, voices hissing "clean it up, hurry." I pushed myself up, crawled to the iron door, and pressed my ear against it. Low voices drifted in from the hallway. "Don brought a lot of people this time. Heard he's in a mood." "When's he ever in a good mood? Been looking for someone for three years and still nothing—you'd be in a mood too." "Who's he even looking for? What woman's worth all this trouble?"

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

“They’re doing everything they can.” Lily swayed. Aaron’s arm came around her waist instantly, firm and unyielding, holding her upright as the world tilted dangerously. “Can we see her?” Lily asked desperately. “I’m afraid not right now,” the nurse said. “You’ll need to wait here. A doctor will update you as soon as the surgery is complete.” Wait. The word felt cruel. They were directed to the waiting area, a wide room lined with identical plastic chairs that offered no comfort and no privacy. Lily sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap, eyes locked on the double doors at the far end of the corridor.

I cried, "Lulu, where did you go? What happened to you?" The man's voice on the other end shattered my hope, and I broke down in tears. "Hello? Rowena? Did something happen?" All he got was the sound of my sobs. "Are you at the hospital? I'm coming now. Don't panic."

Their friendship was sealed by the harsh experiences they both had as children both in Eton and the military and it was tested even after they were led by their fathers to the outside world where they were trained to prosper. After several more hours in the waiting lounge, consuming five cups of coffee Jared and Scott saw the light of the operating room off signaling that the surgery was over. They stood up as the door of the waiting lounge opened and from it entered a brunette-blue eyed nurse who just came from the operating room considering her blue robe and the cap she just took off revealing her chestnut brown hair tied in a French knot. Scott almost gaped at her.

“Hey, Connor. How’s it going?” Connor shook his hand firmly. “Not bad. I was wondering if you wanted to come out with us tomorrow night? We are all going to the club.” “Who’s we?” Connor shrugged. “Vince and a few of the workers. Lacy, Vincent’s sister, is gonna be there and let me tell you, that is a sight you don’t want to miss. That woman has legs for miles.” Landon’s gut twisted uncomfortably at the thought of another woman. “You know, I’m good. I’m probably gonna be working late and I still need to find a new place, so I’m gonna skip this week.”

Jayson turned on the audio player and soon after it started blasting with ‘someone you loved' by Lewis Capadi. “I need somebody to heal…” They both sang along with the singer. The both of them are not fans of rough kind of songs. They are gentlemen who needed relaxing and heart touching songs that could easily move along with emotions. The both of them seem to have the same emotions flowing through but deep down inside of them, they know they were passing through something different each.

he stuttered as his ears turned slightly red. I figured he was just embarrassed because he was so young. "It's fine," I replied simply. I bent down to pick up my scattered art supplies. The young man rushed over to help, gathering all my paint and brushes in a heap on my palette in a blunder before handing them back to me. His eyes were almost glittering as he said, "My name's Liam Carter. What's yours?" I looked up at him. "Aelia Lawson." And so, in the days that followed, I became friends with a fellow patient.

"The promise you made me didn't matter. The career I clawed out for myself didn't matter." "Just like even now, you're still making me wait." I sighed and turned to face Julian. "But I've already married someone else. I have a new life." "So tell me, why should I wait for you?" When I finished, I watched the emotions churning in his eyes, then looked down at my watch. "Don. I should go. I don't want to keep Roman waiting too long." The instant those words landed, Julian took a step back. A furious, broken laugh escaped him, and then he grabbed my wrist, hard.