Tears On My Pillow Song の小説・ストーリー

" I shut my eyes but I knew fully well, there was no sleep coming for me that night. And maybe all the nights of my life with the way heart was heavy like it could never recover. No later than a few seconds, I broke down in silent tears. My tears never stopped running, it was a talent– I would call it so. By morning, my pillows was soaked and stained with the pangs of my heart.

(Ella) I turned off my phone and let my tears fall as I rest my head on my pillow, just like I always have many nights before.

~Cover my eyes Cover my ears Tell me these words are a lie It cant be true That I'm losing you The sun cannot fall from the sky Can you hear heaven cry Tears of an angel Tears of Tears of an angel Tears of an angel~ When I finally reached my destination there she was, standing on her toes covered with colorful socks trying to place a box on top of a wardrobe. Her hair was a messy of fading curls dispersed in every direction, being tied down by a white clip. Black long sleeves crop top with White shorts exposing her tights felt my blood pressure dropping below average.

I play a song and sing… Teardrops on my Guitar – Taylor Swift “Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see, that I want and I’m needing everything that we should be, I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she got everything that I have to live without. Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it’s just so funny. That I can’t even see anyone when he's with me, he says he’s so in love he’s finally got it right,” “I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night, he’s the reason for the teardrops in my guitar, the only thing that keeps me wishing on the wishing star he’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do,” "Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breath

With a gentle tug, I pulled the pillow closer, clutching it tightly as if it held the answers to all my questions. In this curled-up position, I found a semblance of peace, a momentary escape from the outside world. The weight of my worries and doubts pressed against me, but for now, they were slightly muffled by the sanctuary of the bed. I nestled deeper into the embrace of the pillow, allowing its softness to envelop me, providing a fleeting comfort against the tempest within. I lay there, curled up, feeling the weight of sadness settle upon my shoulders. Tears dampened my pillow as I whispered silent prayers into the stillness of the room.

Yet my hips bucked, and pleasure rippled over me in gentle waves. He groaned, a guttural, wrecked sound. He said my name over and over again, like a broken prayer. I heard the moment he came too. My cunt fluttered, and I wished he came inside me instead. For a long time, there was only the sound of our breathing, ragged and hard. I turned around, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to my face, pretending it was him. The tears came, and I let them soak the pillow. Fuck.

This must be the wrong hotel. But something happened. Music began to pour softly from the suite. It was This I Promise You by NSYNC. Tears welled in my eyes as I began to catch on to what was actually going on. Somehow I found the strength to keep going down the hallway until I got to the door and pushed it open.

Then, turning, he shot out of the room. Bowing my head, I felt tears prick my eyes as the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum came on the radio, and I sank to the floor, sobs shaking my frame.

I laid in bed holding my favorite fluffy pillow to my chest, as I broke into more tears. I didn’t deserve any of this!…

Everything was back to how it was previously. Instead of doing anything, Miracle got under her blanket and let her tears wet her pillow. She didn't understand why, but the lady's pain felt like her own, pressing heavily on her heart.