While My Guitar Gently Weeps By Beatles Novels & Stories

“No.” “But I trust the part of me that still remembers how betrayal feels.” She looked up. Eyes quiet. Voice sharp. > “Next time I erase a name…” > “…I’ll make sure the ghost doesn’t survive.”

The young man tried to catch his breath after being aroused by his emotions. "You're also tired of your family's demands, right? You are also tired because we can't enjoy our time, right? Tell me, Sir. Honest to me. You feel it too, right?" Arga stepped closer, using a pleading tone of voice towards his lover, which usually always succeeded in persuading Nathan to be calmer or to follow at least a few of his requests.

The fact that I cried in front of everyone and Terrence just looked at me coldly makes me feel sick. "I'm sorry …" Tristan whispered. I chuckled without humor as I looked at him. "Were you the one who cut the strings?" His eyes widened. "No! Of course not. I wasn't." I stared at the guitar resting on my lap. "Then don't apologize." "I'm apologizing for aunt and Tiffany." "I'm certain it was your aunt," I said and I felt his eyes on me. That confirmed my hunch. "Do you want me to help you find the shop that customized your guitar?"

She hasn't even said anything about her being single, maybe she's taken? But then again she's never mentioned dating anybody? She's in a coma for gods sake and I'm thinking about her dating people, surely if she was dating somebody, they would of been here by now, curiousity killed the cat. And I'm no cat, and I don't wanna be killed just yet. I get my guitar out and start playing say something by A Great Big World featuring Christina Aguilera. It's one of those types of songs that means something. When I've finished the song, I start to sing everybody hurts by R.E.M, finish the song, just about holding onto the tears that threaten to flood my eyes.

Rocky chimes. "Hotel California." I said right away, then smiled. I remembered how Gage played that song repeatedly while we were fucking inside his backstage room back in Indonesia. They cheered happily and everyone seemed to love the song I said out. Of course who doesn't love this classic? It's from Eagles. "I love playing that song. Nice, Tate." Manuel says to me before finally strumming his guitar.

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

They were singing towards my house. I slapped back with Sam Smith’s Too good at good byes and added the riff of ACDC’s Goodbye and Good Riddance to bad love. I watched them huddle in a group then they started with Man of Constant Sorrow. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. I picked up my guitar and played them Two Pina Coladas from Garth Brookes. But they clapped me back hard when they started playing The Weight. I knew I was beaten. The Weight is my weakness. I waited for the song to end before I switched the amps and lights off. I went to bed, with only my guitar for company.

But no one was around. My footsteps echoed as I wandered through the corridors, unsure of where I was even going. That was when I heard it. A guitar. The sound was warm, smooth, and rich, the melody weaving through the air like a spell. I froze in place, listening. I knew that song. ‘Singer’ by The Blueberries. My heart jumped. It was one of my favorites, one I always used in my videos as Luna Lust. The realization sent a chill through me, excitement and unease curling in my stomach at the same time.

I smiled and started to strum my guitar and played an acoustic version of Dream it Possible by Delacey. I roamed my eyes at the whole place. Some are still not paying attention and are busy whispering with the person beside them, some are glancing at me and sings along as I sang the lyrics...but the same man with a pair of amethyst colored eyes is what I caught. He is staring at me, and then his eyes dropped at my guitar. He glanced at the geeky-looking man beside him and whispered something, and then glimpsed at me again. It felt weird because when our eyes locked, my voice trembled and became flat. I didn't hit the exact note! It was very rare, I normally make sure that I am hitting the no

me: "hey hey clam down... I am your cupcake.. I am poor one.. don't show your anger on me.. there is no jack here.. " Jessica: "ufff...!!! fine.. I will go to take bath.. later you go.. " I nodded my head.. she went to cupboard and took her night dress and went to bathroom... I took my guitar and started to sing... MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT THIS COLD BREEZE TELLING ME THAT YOU BECAME MY HEART YOU BECAME MY BREATH THIS MOON IS TELLING ME THAT