Where You Go I Go What You See I See นิยาย & เรื่องราว

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Niga byeonhan geonji (niga byeonhan geonji) (Is it you who changed (Is it you who changed)) Animyeon naega byeonhan geonji (animyeon naega byeonhan geonji) (Or is it me (Or is it me)) I sungan heureuneun siganjocha miwo (I hate this moment, this time flowing by) Uriga byeonhan geoji mwo (We are changed you know) Moduga geureon geoji mwo (Just like everyone you know)

Oh, God, why does my heart keep beating so fast when I see Arga? "You're not ashamed Arga saw you fight with this 14 year old teenager?" my mother said, pointing at Kris. I blushed. "Honey, let's go," I said, taking Arga out of the room. Arga and I kissed the back of my mother's hand -- we said goodbye. "Where are we going?" I asked on the way. But Arga said nothing. Didn't that guy hear my voice? "Arga, where are we going?" I asked again while tightening my voice.

I changed channels again to see if I could find something more cheerful on the radio to lift up my spirits, and I did. Pharrell William’s voice belting out the lyrics to “Happy” filled my stereo and I unconsciously began to tap my fingers against the steering wheel. Of course, I felt anything but happy in that moment, but ever heard of the saying, ‘Fake it till you make it?’ Yeah, that was the plan. Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I’m happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I’m happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

“But, at the same time, I want to see you fly and soar high as you spread your wings.” “I want to spank you and screw you until you can’t get out of bed for leaving and contacting people around me, but not me.” “But, at the same time, I want to take care of you, love you and spoil you until you can’t live without me until I become your muscle memory.” “I want you to be yourself. I hope you never restrain or restrict yourself from doing what you want. But I am scared that it’ll take you away from me.” “Tell me, what should I do to you?”

If only I'd had known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go.

THERE GOES MY HEART BEATING, CAUSE YOU ARE THE REASON, I'M LOSING MY SLEEP, PLEASE COME BACK NOW, AND THERE GOES MY MIND RACING, AND YOU ARE THE REASON, THAT I'M STILL BREATHING, I'M HOPELESS NOW, I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN, AND SWIM EVERY OCEAN, JUST TO BE WITH YOU, AND FIX WHAT I'VE BROKEN, OH' CAUSE I NEED YOU TO SEE THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, THERE GOES MY HAND SHAKING,

She glanced at her phone and saw there was no signal. They left the urban area and headed towards the suburbs. At first, they could still see other cars, but after a while, they became few and far between. Passing by a road sign, Calista squinted. "Are we heading towards Qaria? Where are we exactly?" Suddenly, the person driving received a call. He glanced at the caller ID and quickly put on his earphones to answer the call. After a series of affirmations, he hung up, revealing no information whatsoever.

"Looks like you've already forgotten what happened last night. Let me help you refresh your memory." The large screen behind me lit up, playing the explicit footage of him and Claudia from the night before. James stared in horror. He and Claudia screamed hysterically, "Turn it off! Shut it down now!" Claudia rushed onto the stage, her face contorted with rage. "You've crossed the line, Layla!" "Crossed the line?" I sneered. "Did either of you ever think about that when you betrayed and humiliated me?" The murmurs in the crowd grew louder.

“Hello Isabelle, what brought you to call?” "Hello Jena, could you meet me at the party city nightclub please? "I replied while sobbing. “Yes of course. Wait, are you crying?” she asked curiously. "No," I replied, wiping away my tears. "I'll see you then. Bye.” I hung up, and drove again, while driving dad's words are coming to my mind again. I won't ever comply with what they want. No f*cking way, I said to myself. I hope I can see Jericko tonight, I’m sure seeing him makes me feel better.

I knew Frank was not heading home, and that cake for me was never going to happen. My phone kept buzzing with Susanna's updates, flaunting her joy like it was meant to sharpen the sting of my own sorrow. However, what was the point? In just two days, I would be gone. The day before my last, the alarm cut through the silence. Slipping on a mask, I entered the hotel unnoticed. There they were, Susanna and Frank, in the midst of their rehearsal. She wore a gown that kissed the floor, and he was in a suit sharp enough to cut glass.