You Are The World To Me の小説・ストーリー

"You are limitless; you are the moon's gift to both worlds." A gift? "Me? What do you mean by that? Do I have to make the two worlds collide again or should I keep them separated? I have to know the answer; I think I am too dumb to understand those words; I need it to be more straightforward. Please!" "Hello?" Oh my goodness, please tell me that it is not enough. "I need to know what I have to do. If you don't tell me this exactly, I bet I won't be able to follow through for the better. I might just give this world a greater hell than what it has now! Hello? Are you still there?"

I don't know if what I did fixes the solution or makes it worse, but whatever. My mind starts questioning my choice of clothing, which sends me back to square one though I silence them by playing my playlist on shuffle. Finally, I thought. This is it. The world is giving me a chance where I can finally shine and be able to change the world. There's no more "wait"; I'll ruin it. I am like Juliet that We The Kings has checked yes. In my head, that song is meant to be my love letter to this day. Run, baby, run

Very soon. This whole world will belong to me.

I have the best brother in the world. End

"I can burn this whole world up with what I feel for you." ****

Felt the life. "I'm building you a world where no one can own you," I whispered.

"You have no idea Josh, this place is practically paradise," "Yeah well, it's been great so far," She scrunched her face as she said that part. 'Great my fat butt,' she spat inwardly. "Of course, we will speak everyday till I get the chance to come visit," "I'll remember that," "Alright then," "I love you mom," "I love you too Josh," "Yeah bye, please take good care of mom and yourself," She slowly brought down the phone her ears as a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

Let the world not trust me, I don't care, I care wether you do or don't. All Hearts !!

I needed hіm now more thаn еvеr. “I’m аlwауѕ here fоr you, Iz I know rіght nоw іt fееlѕ like thе еnd of thе world, but уоu wіll еvеntuаllу mоvе on. Truѕt mе, I know.”

"Like we’ve cut ourselves off from the 'real' world?" He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a clarity that silenced any lingering doubt. "The 'real' world is whatever you give your time to. If you give your time to noise, noise is real. If you give your time to this—to the soil, to the water, to us—then this is the real world. Everything else is just static."