Novel & Cerita The Story Song Grey's Anatomy

Grey Grey literally stops working on my 3rd trimester as of he is on maternity leave. I was already in labor this morning. I decided to tell Grey Grey if I am at least 5 minutes apart. Mommy Ella and Auntie Cara warns me that the male in this family loose their brain when someone is in labor. I hope Grey Grey will be fine. Boy, I was so wrong. We are in the movie room of the main house when I decided to tell Grey Grey that we need to go to the hospital. "Grey Grey." I murmur. I don't want to interupt his family that was watching the movie.

I march over to the receiver and yank it out of its holder. “What do you want?” I shouted into the phone. But instead of a voice, I only hear music, a song. It’s Crowded Houses, Don’t Dream It’s Over. “What?” I mutter. But then I remembered the last time I heard the song. It was Saturday evening with Grayson. I was splayed out, hanging halfway off the bed as if frozen in the middle of a backflip. Grayson was above me, holding me firmly by my hips. His warm mouth between my thighs, his tongue doing unspeakably naughty things.

The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question. “You’re so annoying. Just leave me alone! Blue, take him away, please!” Grey complained. “Shake hands first,” Black said, offering his hand. Grey’s expression remained blank. With a deep sigh, he accepted the handshake. Then Blue, ever the troublemaker, sang Oh, Pag-ibig by Bailey May and Ylona Garcia. “So thrilling, so fun, so kilig, so maddening,” he sang. Grey tried to withdraw his hand, but Black tightened his grip. Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow.

I responded, trying to make my project sound engaging. Despite my attempt to convey enthusiasm and excitement, Courtney's response was a subtle smile that conveyed a sense of pity or embarrassment on my behalf. After leaving the bathroom, I said goodbye and spotted Chelsea making her way to my desk. "Are you okay, Gwen? You look flustered," she asked, gently resting her hand on my shoulder. "Did you happen to see the new episode of Grey's Anatomy last night?” I asked. It would seem casual to anyone else listening, but my question was our code for conversations we couldn't or didn't feel comfortable discussing.

I march over to the receiver and yank it out of its holder. “What do you want?” I shouted into the phone. But instead of a voice, I only hear music, a song. It’s Crowded Houses, Don’t Dream It’s Over. “What?” I mutter. But then I remembered the last time I heard the song. It was Saturday evening with Grayson. I was splayed out, hanging halfway off the bed as if frozen in the middle of a backflip. Grayson was above me, holding me firmly by my hips. His warm mouth between my thighs, his tongue doing unspeakably naughty things.

Selena Gomez - Lose You to Love Me (my fav song) About this story, the ending is like this song. 😭😭. They don't end up together.💔💔 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

Said I'm fine and said I moved on… I'm only here passing time in her arms… Hoping I'll find a glimpse of us… The damn song finally ended, Grey mused, watching in annoyance as the man inched his face closer and then laid a soft kiss on the edge of Lily's lips. “Damn it to hell,” Grey growled, his eyes screaming bloody murder.

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.

Grey would take it all. But... could he accept that his wife is pregnant with another man's child? Dr. David was puzzled as the voice on the other end of the phone fell silent. He called out Grey's name, but it seemed Grey couldn't hear the voice calling him. Grey felt the surrounding sounds being sucked away, frozen. There was no sound, no noise, and everything seemed to halt. Then, tears streamed down Grey's face, and he clenched the phone tightly. Even before Dr. David finished speaking, the call was disconnected.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.