Two.ghosts Lyrics Novels & Stories

I recorded the melody, layering the notes with the specific rhythmic pauses we had invented as children to communicate without words. The light is fading from the stone, and I walk the empty halls alone. But in the dark, I hear your name,The ghost of love, the dying flame.If time has stolen what we knew,I’ll burn the world to get to you. ​I played the recording back. It sounded haunting, a thin, lonely line of sound that carried the weight of everything I was losing. It was the only way to remind her that I was still here, somewhere underneath the code and the protocols. It was a beacon for two ghosts lost in the same graveyard.

"I mean, you're Joey..?" I froze. The heavy electric guitar riff began as a continuation of the last track in my head like the sound of distant thunder. There were a few moments of silence when it sounded like a tune was escaping from the speakers, but finally, the guitar turned into lyrics, and there were no more thoughts to accompany the band. I iced, breathing so heavily with my hands right by my sides, feeling like they were paralized. My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted.

But, I was pretty sure I heard someone singing. Wait, a ghost? They said there are a lot of ghosts roaming around the hospitals. Is there a ghost who could sing? Wait, I think I remembered the lyrics. It was a Mayday Parade song. I browsed for my phone and started listening to the song until I found the specific lyrics I heard. I could never imagine we'd end up this way After all that we went through now, I'm fighting through the pain It's like this heart that's been broken so close to screaming

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

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.

The things we buried with lies. I’d cleaned up loose ends tonight. But ghosts don’t die quietly. They leave echoes. And those echoes were already finding their way back.

My hands curled at my sides. One stepped closer. Its muzzle was cracked like porcelain, its eyes hollow but aware. The spiral light bled through its chest in slow rotations. “You carry more than breath,” it whispered. “You carry a howl unfinished.” My pulse stuttered. The hum faltered, waiting. I looked into the ghost’s face and saw a trace of my own. The same jaw. The same scar. The same stubborn mouth. “I am not finished yet,” I said. The light shuddered through the circle. The spirits did not vanish. They only swayed, slow as wind through long grass.

I screamed, clutching my head. “Stop!” I gasped. The flames around us flared higher, swallowing the ground. His laughter filled the burning air. “You can’t fight me,” he hissed. “I’m a part of you now. Every heartbeat, every tear, every nightmare...you gave them all to me.” Tears stung my eyes. “You’re wrong,” I choked out. “You’re nothing. You’re a ghost.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Then why can’t you let me go?”

Instead, he poured another glass. “Drink,” Ghost muttered, his voice rough. “Before I start thinking too much.” Luca’s smile flickered, soft, almost grateful. He took the glass and raised it. “To old ghosts?” “To staying alive long enough to bury them,” Ghost replied. They clinked glasses and drank. The whiskey burned on the way down, sweet and fierce. Luca leaned back against the wall, exhaling slow. Ghost sat beside him on the edge of the bed, shoulders barely touching, both of them staring at nothing for a while.