Two.ghosts Lyrics Novels & Stories

“She’s the ghost I failed, given flesh again.” The bond thrums in response. This time, it doesn’t feel like a rope pulling tight. It feels like a noose. And I have no idea how to save either of us from it. ---

Watch your back. I looked over the edge. Rome. My city. Built on blood. Held together by it. Rule 4: Ghosts wear better suits. But they’re still ghosts. And ghosts don’t get happy endings. They get second chances. I’m going to mine

❤️THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ . . ❤TWO GHOSTS* SONG BY* HARRY STYLES ❤ . . ❤️Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more tattoos But it's not you and it's not me Tastes so sweet looks so real Sounds like something that I used to feel But I can't touch what I see We're not who we used to be We're not who we used to be We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

She has to call in the keyboardist so that I can sing my song with an instrumental. I began singing, and the echoes of my voice resonated in the practice room, with Shakira watching excitedly. “Ghost town streets at 3 AM; silence hangs too heavy in the air. Every corner whispers your name; echoes bounce off the empty square. Taxi lights paint fleeting ghosts, and faces in the windows blur and fade. Searching for a glimpse of you, a phantom in this lonely parade,” I sang, and I could not help but remember my parents; they were who you wrote this song for. All my songs were written due to the loss of my parents, but I am starting to transition to happy songs.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

Hard. I move closer before I even realize I’m doing it, steps slow, like she’s a wild creature that might bolt if I breathe too loud. She keeps singing. “…you don’t have to stand alone in the dark anymore, I know your ghosts, I know you’re more, I know the world never told you you could be loved…” I swallow. Once. Twice.