The Song Remember When Novels & Stories

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

He flicked my nose as Adam, Adrian and Alex sang together making my heart swell in happiness. No, I won’t ever lose As long as you’re there The peppy music came making me dance along with them happily. Everyone joined us making me laugh and dance. Bichi da kkeojin yeogi Nareul anajwo Nuneul gameumyeon Sori eopshi millyeowa I maeum geu wiro Neon tto han gyeob ssahyeoga Even when we go through changes Even when we’re old Remember that I told you

Someone, actually did all this to say sorry to me. He sat on the swing and patted beside him. I sat beside him and my eyes were stuck on him. He took his guitar and then started singing along with the music. (song: memories by Maroon 5) Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you not Cause the drinks bring back all the memories, of everything we've been through. Toast to the ones here today, toast to the ones that we lost on the way. Cause the drinks bring back all the memories and the memories bring back memories bring back you.

"No girl don't do that. You suck at dancing. Don't make me go through the trouble of watching you." I cock my head and frown. "Well that's harsh considering I'm the one graduation." "Yeah just put your ass down." "Damn." I get back to bed. We sing along for a few seconds. "Okay. Next. Memories." "Eew no!" "You just said eew to Memories. That's like the best song for…memories." "Exactly. Memories brings back memories bring back you. I am not bringing any memory so skip." "Fine. The Nights. It's like a motivation. You will be remembered for the life you lived."

he said, gazing at her for a long time. She couldn't reply when he began playing the guitar. She looked at him because the song was familiar. "This is our favorite song, remember?" he said seriously, still gazing at her. Suddenly, memories flooded her mind—the times they spent together at the top of the tree at their hangout spot. They would always sing that song whenever it was just the two of them. She smiled as he began to sing. Who knows how long I've loved you... It was I Will by The Beatles.

I can't sleep, I've been thinking about you and how we messed up Thinking bout my old self, how you want no help Damn it was rough But we came a long way since then I know that it's late, but I got things to say to you, I know that we've changed, but I got things to say to you We don't really say anything anymore and that's okay Since you were mine, and I was yours Remember those days? I'm just reminiscing, reminiscing, reminiscing I smiled as we listened to the rest of the song playing on as I looked out of the window. We always sang along to songs together so much when we were still in high school, and this one was one of our favorite songs.

🎶 summer has come so fast🎶 🎶 memories that never last🎶 He sang in tears and hoarse, he let go of everything in his voice, the song they were supposed to sing together, was played in an empty room, the song she was supposed to voice was sung by Paul in his hoarse pain voice alone, slowly his voice became calm, the smooth and soft melody calmed himself. 🎶 wake me up when September ends🎶 The memories flashed in his mind, the September of happiness and the farewell of September, the yellow days of the time and the gray days, in the end, the sweet start and the bitter end.

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

"Whenever the wind blows, I remember the song." "The song that you made and created for so long~" "As soon as the wind stops, so does your voice." "Still, you're my sunshine, though no one knows." La la, la la la, la la la, la la... La la la la, la la la... La la...

When she sang, she couldn't pretend. The song was one she'd written on a napkin during her break at the diner last Tuesday. Melody first, words after. About her mother. About how the apartment smelled like her lotion for three months after she died, and how Elena used to press her face into the couch cushions just to breathe her in. Until one morning the smell was gone and she'd screamed into the fabric so hard her throat bled raw. She didn't put all that in the lyrics. Not directly. But it was there underneath, the way a bruise lives under skin.