Un Lugar En Tu Corazón の小説・ストーリー

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

Without you, in my life Estaré loco Baby, please, don’t leave me That will be the death of me... His voice was captivating, his words sincere. His eyes locked onto mine as he sang, pouring his emotions into every note. I will love you with all my heart You are mine, remember that I will do everything for you Even if it means I will die... I couldn’t look away. My heart pounded in my chest as he continued, his gaze never wavering. Without you, in my life Estaré loco Baby, please, don’t leave me

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.

(please, as you read through this chapter, listen to 'Your love' song by Sue Ramirez. Thank you) "You're the one who never lets me sleep, To my mind down to my soul, you touched my lips, You're the one that I can't wait to see, With you here by my side, I'm in ectasty...."

"Maybe it's because people just shine when they're doing the things they like. No matter how much our teachers and classmates disliked you and how horrible your family was, you never stopped forging ahead. "You studied hard and did the things you thought were right. You didn't give up on yourself just because the world kept telling you you were wrong. That's why you've always been the one leading me on my journey. You're like my beacon." I stuttered at his heartfelt confession. I couldn't form a coherent sentence. "N-No, I'm not. Why… Why would you think that? I—" Peyton interrupted me. "I wrote a love letter for you. Do you want to read it?"

This causes my heart to race and I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself back down as I walk past the second open stall. The third stall door sticks so I have to give it a harder shove to get it to swing open. I release the breath I was holding as I find it to also be empty. The fourth is already open so the only place left that anyone could be hiding is in the large stall here at the end. I stand back as I push the door hard and it swings back, banging against the stone wall on the back side.

I said. Marco groaned. “She belongs to El Fuego now. You’re starting trouble, and we didn’t bring enough men.” “I’m not taking her,” I said. “I just need to see her face.” “This won’t end well.” “I don’t care.” We slipped backstage. My eyes searched every corridor until a man blocked my path. “You shouldn’t be here. If you purchased a girl, she’ll be delivered soon.” “Where is the flavour of the evening?” I asked, raising my gun.

“The sound of your heart is like music to my ears” Present Day Twenty-Second of December, New York City TYLER As I made my way through the crowd, the dazzling lights of Times Square illuminated the late afternoon sky, creating a sense of vibrant energy that electrified the atmosphere. The sound of laughter, chatter, and street performances filled the air, transforming the hectic scene into a symphony of urban life.

Now your hand fits mine with gentle skill, No chaos, no games left to kill. Just warmth that lingers longer than a chill, A love that stays because it’s real. And somewhere in the past, time stands still— A girl remains heartbroken on that hill. But I am no longer trapped in that stillness, still. Not... right here where you left me. ──────────────────────────────────────────────────── right here where you left me.

A Week Later ' just fucking' that word has been planted in my head since last week and the more it expands the more I feel like I'm gonna die. I don't wanna believe it anyway but when I get angry and something pops on my head whether good or bad it remains printed in it for a long time. arggggghhh. I know this is a lie, Remi loves me, doesn't he okay maybe this loneliness is having an effect on me . it's been hours since Remi's gone to work like 7 hours ago and I've been and still jobless . I do not feel like watching that damn tv or feel like stuffing my face with food . An idea just pop into my head