Novel & Cerita Wake Up Lyrics Julie And The Phantoms

I only care that I lost you. And realized Caspian was right. Julian wasn't moving on. He was just getting started. *That night, Lia woke to her phone buzzing.* *Unknown number. She almost didn't answer.* *But something made her.* *"Hello?"* *Breathing. Heavy and uneven.* *"Julian?"* *"I'm outside." His voice was slurred. Drunk. "I can see your window. Third floor, corner unit. Lights just went on."* *Lia's blood ran cold.*

"Waki, wake!! You're finally awake Phoebe" ********

He was sitting with an acoustic guitar and started singing. "Half of what I say is meaningless But I say this just to reach you, Julia Julia, Julia, ocean child, calls me So I sing the song of love, Julia Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me So I sing the song of love, Julia Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering, In the sun Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me So I sing the song of love, Julia When I cannot sing my heart

“Let me sleep a little more, I can't afford to take up this early!! Julia said with a whining tone then she turn her back to the side of the bed to doze off again. “No way girl, I won't let you sleep any longer, you are coming with me for a shopping spree! “Come on get up, we have to celebrate!! With that, she took hold of her tiny waist and impel her to sit up straight. Despite feeling very sleepy Julia sat up, dabbing her face to get rid of the sleep in her eyes. Looking around in confusion, her eyes fell on the time. “Don't you think it's too early to be up! , I mean since when did you become an early bird, Maddie? Julia asked with a pouted expression, with her lips twitched and her squin

Juliette’s POV The sun hadn’t risen yet when I forced myself out of bed. My body still tingled from the dream, from the touch that wasn’t real but somehow felt sharper than reality. My fingers shook as I picked up my phone, staring at the messages that had invaded my sleep. The words lingered in my mind like a warning I couldn’t shake: “He is not who you think he is.”

When she woke again, she was lying on a hospital bed. The damning images from the black box surged back into her mind. She yanked out her IV needle in a blind frenzy. A nurse, catching sight of her wild struggle, quickly restrained her, shouting for a doctor to sedate her. "I want to see Kurt…" … I was at home, recovering, when my phone wouldn't stop ringing. My mother, finally unable to bear the noise, urged me softly. "Who keeps calling? Could it be something urgent?" I glanced at the glowing screen. That number—I could recognize it with my eyes closed.

**** Pov: Julian. Julian jolted awake, breath shallow, skin damp with sweat. The room was quiet—too quiet—but the image of Vivianne’s face still burned behind his eyes. Not as she was in life, but as she had appeared in the dream: pale, accusatory, draped in shadow and sorrow.

The screen lit up immediately, and I was shocked to see missed calls, dozens of messages and notifications stacked up so high that they blurred together. My heart hammered. I hadn't seen this phone since the night of the party and I had truly believed I had dropped somewhere between the party and Julian's room that night. The phone buzzed again, and an unsaved number displayed on the screen. Without thinking, I answered, placing the phone to my ear. “Hello?” my voice came out barely above a whisper. There was a brief pause. “Well, look who finally woke up.” Julian's unmistakable voice floated across the line, simultaneously smooth and sharp.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by the buzzing sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached for it, my eyes half-open. Julian’s name flashed across the screen. He was calling. Still feeling the weight of sleep in my eyes, I answered the call and stood up from my bed, my voice barely awake. “Hope you’re getting ready. It’s today, and my assistant is already on his way,” Julian’s voice came through the phone, calm but with a sense of urgency. Today? What’s happening today? My mind was still foggy, trying to piece things together.

“I’m going to bed. Suit yourself.” “What about Mom?” Scott didn’t stop walking. “Let me know when she confirms her flight. I’ll pick her up.” “Got it!” Julian grinned and downed the rest of his drink. — The next morning, Julissa only managed to wake up after her alarm blared three times. She opened her eyes, feeling momentarily disoriented. Right—she was still at Scott’s place. Glancing at the clock, she suddenly sat up straight. It’s Monday! Work! Scott had even reminded her last night!