The Ghost Of You Lyrics Novels & Stories

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

Ghost says quietly. I don’t fall, I took my punishment, proved I still deserve to be prez. And tomorrow, I’m collecting my girl.

And then, the voice sang: “Hello there, my shadowed friend; you lingered in my mind. In this dance of life and death, you’ve left me intertwined. The echoes of your whispers claw deep into my soul. A symphony of heartache in the silence takes its toll.” “I thought I knew who i was before the weight of time began, But now the mirror’s cracked, and all I see is someone I can’t understand.” “I walk through life like a ghost; nothing ever feels the same.

I drag in a breath that tastes like sweat and pyrotechnics and make my voice go low, raw, the way they like it. “This one’s for anyone who ever loved a ghost,” I tell them. “You know who you are.” The first verse slides out of me on muscle memory. Cameras flash. Hands reach. The crowd sings half the lyrics for me, a wall of sound begging to be broken and remade. I hit the chorus, pour too much of myself into it like I always do. When the bridge comes—my favorite - the quiet drop before the last explosion—my throat tightens on the line that doesn’t make sense to anyone but me.

"Then let me lose everything. Let me wander this earth like a ghost." "Of course, my love," I whispered, the coffee bitter on my tongue. "I'll hold you to that."

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

‎ ‎"Is tha—Lucas?" ‎....... ‎ ‎a ghostly knot settled at the pit of my heart, ‎ ‎and one that would haunt my shadows at night. ‎ ‎"What have I done?" ‎

“You’‍r⁠e​ walking around like a ghost! I was trying t‌o be there f‌or you‌! Lik​e I u‍s⁠e⁠d to be!” “I don’t w‌ant yo‍u to be‍ t⁠here for me like you‌ used to be!​” I shout⁠ed. Th⁠e sound echoe‌d in the quiet, r‌ainy s​treet. “I don’t want anything f​rom you! I cam⁠e for tea! Th‍at’s i‌t!”

She even asked me a question that seemed completely nonsensical to me. I couldn't help but recall the scene from two years ago. I'd been very clear about my desire to break up with her, so what was she doing now? Frowning, I asked in annoyance, "What are you doing here? We broke up two years ago." Feeling a scratch against my palm, I looked down and saw Cecily pouting in displeasure. I couldn't resist chuckling as I gripped her hand even more tightly. It looked like I'd have to placate her later.

Inside, everything else was gone. Just me. And the echo of his voice. “You deserve to stop chasing ghosts.” For the first time, I wondered if he hadn’t said it to destroy me— but to prepare me