Without Music Life Would Be A Mistake Novels & Stories

Piper finally spoke, "I wasted so many years in London when I could've been here. We take things for granted and never appreciate what we have" Seb stayed quiet as he could sense Piper wasn't asking a question or looking for a reply. She was simply making an affirmation. "When I left for Uni it was the old cliche of doing something with my life, making the world a better place blah blah blah. I had so many plans and then I ended up making mistake after mistake and then I come home and it feels like I'm starting the cycle again". Piper continued.

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

Or make your husband realize his mistakes. But not now I gave him a chance to make right in our life that he do wrong. Well it's not a mistake that he do it's his selfish needs that he full fill. If he don't think about his family when he do that so called mistake then why would I forgave him.

"That caveman action actually suits you. Who's wasting time now?" He placed his fingers at his temple and saluted me before walking around to the driver's side and starting the powerful engine. Country music blared out of the speakers and I cringed. "What, you like that easy listening crap?" he asked as he turned onto the road connected to the long driveway. "Symphony actually." "That's a joke, right?" "Music defines everything in your life. I want pieces that move me, create pictures in my mind, and leave me reeling." I was known to listen to top forty, but I'd be damned if I told him that. He was too fun to tease.

At that time I was young and had nothing to fear Even if Althea dances contemporary, she used to love rap and hip hop music, enjoying the flow and contrast of the beats while falling for the lyrics of August D. The guy was a genius. He wrote and rapped like a god. One of his favourite songs was called 'Nevermind’, a song that had a morbid yet uplifting motive as the rapper talked about life mistakes and courage. Moss surely grows on a stone that doesn’t roll If I don’t move now I will miss my opportunity. How did I end up forgetting? Nothing ever came for free in her life, Althea has always had to work twice as hard to get anything.

"Fine. The Nights. It's like a motivation. You will be remembered for the life you lived." "Fuck my life. I'll be remembered for nothing. Not that one." "Come on." He pushed me. "I'm not vibing so it's a pass." "Jeez. Do you really want to love forever?" "No!" I look at him. "Oh it's a song." "Girl where have you been living?" "Start again." He started from the rapping part. "So we love a life like a video. When the sun is always out and…"

After a while of staring at her frustrated face, I shut my eyelids, allowing the music to envelop me in its warm embrace, an escape from the turmoil that raged within my mind. For a brief moment, I was transported to the world beyond the four corners of the room; the perfect place where I wanted to be. "Oh, damn, I miss this life," I said with a wide grin on my cheeks. Slowly, the music softened and I was thrown into a world filled with melodies, rhythm, and emotions.

Theo's POV The playlist was a mistake. Not in the way that most of my mistakes were mistakes — loud, immediate, usually involving a rune going wrong or a tool ending up somewhere it shouldn't. This was a quiet mistake. A private one. The kind you make slowly over several weeks without noticing until you're standing in the common room at eleven PM having sent someone a forty-three song playlist with no explanation and your phone is in your hand and the read receipt has just appeared and you have approximately thirty seconds before she responds.

I'd never taken it off. Now that it was here, the message couldn't be clearer. Wendy, already at her breaking point, kicked the ring, sending it skittering across the floor. "What is this piece of junk?" she snapped. "Just looking at it makes me sick!" Terence jolted out of his stupor and lunged in the direction the ring had skittered off. He refused to believe I'd be that ruthless, and that I'd abandon him over something so trivial.

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