Here's to the girls who find Bad Guys more appealing than Good Guys.
In the vibrant world of an Arts and Literature College, Emily dances on the brink of rebellion. A fiery spirit, her life intertwines with the enigmatic bad boy, Alex, in a whirlwin...
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Falling slowly Eyes that know me And I can't go back
~Falling Slowly~
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Play 'Falling Slowly' by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová
The cursed day finally waned, and I could sense the relief that everything was going to be okay now. Sheldon's presence had stayed with me the entire night, resting on the cabin's couch. As the dawn broke, bringing a new day, Doctor Miller and Evana both came into the room, wearing warm smiles as they congratulated me on my recovery. Their presence added a touch of assurance, and they informed us that they would discharge me by noon.
The prospect of leaving the hospital felt like stepping into a fresh chapter, leaving behind the trials of the past days. As I prepared for my departure, gratitude welled up within me for Sheldon, whose unwavering support had been my anchor throughout the ordeal. The journey toward healing had been arduous, but with each passing moment, the promise of a brighter tomorrow seemed more tangible.
As Sheldon and I meandered down the trails of the grass field, the golden hour cast a warm, amber glow over the landscape. The trees, adorned in hues of amber, russet, and gold, stood like sentinels, their leaves occasionally fluttering down to join the carpet of fallen foliage beneath our feet.
The sun, lower in the sky during this time of the year, painted the surroundings with a soft, diffused light. The golden strands of his blonde hair glinted even more vibrantly in the autumn sunlight, reminiscent of the amber leaves that adorned the trees around us. His eyes, a reflection of the rich forest colors, sparkled with warmth.
As we walked side by side, the tall grass swayed with the rhythm of the wind, whispering secrets only the meadow knew. The subtle rustling of the grass, created by our synchronized footsteps added a soothing symphony that accompanied our stroll.
I could sense a fresh blossom gracefully unfolding, casting vibrant hues upon the canvas of my heart, and the new shade of color was Love. I have never felt this feeling before with anyone else. It feels as if I'm gradually falling for him, becoming entwined and enveloped in his essence. Yes, this is Love!! I am falling in love with him.
It felt like my heartbeats were playing a unique melody, a rhythmic dance that was echoing inside my chest. My gaze, like a compass, sought out the depths of his forest-green eyes, a place where I wanted to lose myself and stay forever. It was an inexplicable pull, a gravitational force drawing me closer to the core of his soul.
Not long ago, my heart lay broken, in every possible way. But now, amidst the broken crevices, the flowers of Love had found their way, delicately weaving their roots through the crevices and coaxing beauty from the ruins. His presence beside me became the ultimate remedy, healing all the fractures with his unique touch of affection.
