Sunday Morning Song Novels & Stories

Listen to the rhythm of my heartbeats, The morning never meets the night there. Let’s together we fly and go there. I have brought the wings let's fly. Let’s go there, let’s go to make love. We both go to that place.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You know it all (You know it all) You’re my best friend (You’re my best friend) Achimeun dasi ol geoya (The morning will come again) Eotteon eodumdo eotteon gyejeoldo (No darkness, no season is eternal) Yeongwonhal sun eopseunikka (Nothing is forever) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And then the unexpected happened when Danielle FORGAVE ME when he sang the penultimate para !!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You know it all (You know it all) You’re my best friend (You’re my best friend) Achimeun dasi ol geoya (The morning will come again) Eotteon eodumdo eotteon gyejeoldo (No darkness, no season is eternal) Yeongwonhal sun eopseunikka (Nothing is forever) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And then the unexpected happened when Danielle FORGAVE ME when he sang the penultimate para !!

There outside the window was Hugo, standing there and waving. After Serena parked the car steadily, Hugo opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat. "Why is Mr. Goodman here too today?" I glanced at Hugo, catching the provoking glint in his eyes. "Serena fetches me every day, and this is the first time I've ever seen you on here, Mr. Goodman." So Serena had been fetching him to work every day. During the rainy season this year, with several consecutive days of heavy rain, I went to Serena's office to ask her if she could fetch me home after work because I couldn't get a ride.

I don't know what made him so pissed. "Here you go", Ojas gives me the mic. My hand shakes, holding it. "Come on, Ivanna", Helen screams from the audience as I forcibly smile. 'Love me until the dawn' I close my line, uttering the jingle. 'Love me until the dawn, Like the first sunrise The warmth of the sun rays, Heating my skin beneath you' Christian's face flashes into my mind and I smile while reminding him, his lovely smile, his adorable face.

I didn't even have the energy to hurt anymore. The meds must have started kicking in. My head went fuzzy. Just then, someone knocked on the door. When no one answered, the door creaked open. It was Emily. She looked around the room. When she spotted me, her brow furrowed on instinct. She was heavily pregnant, walking carefully to avoid the sharp corners of the furniture. "Nathan, we need to talk." I didn't answer. Her frown deepened. "I came here to make things clear. Because of what happened yesterday, Mom had a heart attack.

“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”

She hated this already. Soon the building was packed, and she was dismissed from standing in the greeting line to go and mingle with the people. She looked at the clock on her phone, and it was nearing seven. She knew that would be her cue to leave. She smiled, knowing this torture was almost over. At five minutes to seven, there was a noise from the back of the building. No one thought too much about it. It wasn’t like an explosion or anything. When the music started to play, it was the theme song for one of her favorite movies that was older than her but she had watched it with Mav for the first time a few years before. She loved the song and the scene it was from. She thought how fitting

"I want a.. Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yea yea.." she looked over at Erik. He was watching her and only her, intensely. The entire bar was, actually. It was quiet. She had gained their attention and they were enjoying her voice. It made her feel amazing. "Oh I'm hoping to discover A certain kind of lover Who will show me the way And my arms need someone Someone to enfold To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold Love for all my life to have and to hold

It is six in the morning now. The sky is all covered in the fresh beauty of a new day, hugged by the thin layers of clouds, wrapped in the old yet mesmerizing shades of yellow, patiently waiting for its companion- the sun. The city is pretty silent for now as all the noisy beasts, or the machines in modern language, are resting.