You left my heart so broken.

The End

"I don’t know what to say," he said.

"It’s okay," she replied. "I know what we are — and what we’re not."

by Lang Leav

~    novemberlights

Soundtracks

He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.

I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghosts who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imagined.

The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in a way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by invisible strings.

Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts — if I am somewhere, drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ear.

by Lang Leav

~    Anonymous
~    The Wheel by Don Draper
~    Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
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