Shane's POV
"Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria"
Cheyenne sings it so sadly to me. How can she think calling me back to the ice cream parlor and singing would make me change my mind about 'us'? I mean, I love her, but she herself claimed we all needed space.
"Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria
Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria"
She clutches my hands, singing Nivana's song, Come as You are. I feel so guilty . . .
"Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
MemoriaCome dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
MemoriaCome dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memoria
Memoria
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Memoria
Memoria
Memoria
Memoria - and I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Memoria
Memoria"
"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You come anytime you want, yeah.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Yeah
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh.
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved"
I sing Maroon 5's song, She Will be Loved. I feel so bad. How do I make this girl understand that I once loved, but I don't know anymore. How do I make her feel what I feel without destroyinh her?!
"Yeah, yeah.
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Please don't try so hard to say goodby."
I give her a moment to allow my words to sink in before explaining. "I can't this."
"What do you mean, Shane?" Cheyenne asks me, her pink bottom lip quivering ever so softly. "What do you mean? What can't you do?"
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The Pain Of Their Presence - Sequel to Sound of Their Presence
Teen FictionShane can't remember the girl he loved after a plane crash. He doesn't know what to make of changing into a unicorn. With amnesia, he can't remember anything about his old life. As far as he is concerned, he is a normal teen. Emancipated and indepen...
