#and there's no remedy for memory your face is like a melody it won't leave my head

[lucygraysboy]

the sound of her voice alone is enough to send billy’s heart into overdrive, making it pound so rapidly that it’s a wonder it doesn’t just fly out of his chest. his lungs closing in on him, brimming with the very emotions that he’s been trying to smother for these past few months. suddenly, all thanks to the dazzling smile that the beautiful songstress graces him with, neither the all-consuming cold nor the numbness settling into his bones truly bother him. this freezing january night feels like a warm afternoon in the middle of july. his fingertips letting go of the half-burned cigarette, causing it to fall into a pile of snow, the cherry red tip no longer glowing, just so that he can use both his large palms to frame her small face. “lucy gray, my sweet lucy gray,” he exhales, closing his eyes for only a second as tears well up inside them. the thick barricade that he’s built around his heart beginning to crumble. he leans down and presses his forehead to hers, trying to convince himself that it’s more than just a dream, that she’s really here. a sense of familiarity, of coming back home after being lost at sea, sizzles through his veins like an electric current.

“my goodness,” a sigh of sheer disbelief escapes him when he pulls back again, the pads of his thumbs stroking whatever they can reach, the delicate skin near her cheekbones, the dimples that he loves so much, her temples, trying to remain mindful of her makeup but the need to touch and hold and love on her is much stronger, “is it really you? let me take a look at you. wow.” gazing at her as though she hung the stars, he doesn’t care the wind’s picking up speed, growing in ferocity, snowflakes dancing around their faces. all he cares about is memorizing everything about this moment. “you look so beautiful. scratch that. beautiful is an understatement. miss tennessee, is that you?” his heart nearly bursts when her small hands curl around his wrists, doe-like hues marveling at him and immediately causing his visage to flush. “i almost didn’t recognize you either. oh, my hair… yeah, just wait until i take off the hat,” a soft laugh escapes him, pale blue eyes burning like hot coals, “god, i’ve missed you. i’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs, pressing his numb lips to her forehead before his strong arms engulf her, curling around her petite frame and pulling her into his chest.

going for the front door, fingers take hold of her arm over her puffer jacket sleeve and it startles her out of her skin. heart jumping to erratic speed, flinching and out of reflex turning to quickly push away who ever is trying to take her. kidnap her. do who knows what with her. being in a foreign place like this has her more on guard than usual, extra jumpy and instinctive to protect herself. eyes wide like a startled deer, she hears the voice and sees his eyes — only then recognizing it’s billy. “billy,” what was her heart running away from her for now? because she was scared, thought a stranger was grabbing her, that she pushed him without meaning to now that she knows it’s him or because it was the first time her eyes are taking him in since the LAST time she saw him. that awful humid day, with those tears in her eyes and the most agonizing pains shooting through her heart. suddenly…the cold’s not so bad after remembering the heat sticking to her face and the tears choking her that evening. she’d waited and waited for the moment she would find him again, now it feels like that moment isn’t even real as she gawked completely doe eyed, staring up at him in disbelief.

“i’m real sorry— i didn’t know it was you, i got scared and i…. your hair—” she spoke in shock, despite the fact he already warned her about it, “but you’re you. really you.” teeth started chattering but her small hands gripped for his wrists over top of his jacket, cautious about the cigarette in his hand hanging at his side. reminding herself not to tear up and ruin her smoky eye make up she spent way too long fixing just right. still frozen staring up at him sparkly eyed, like she was starstruck and emotionally struck. his tall frame, his voice, his lips and pretty eyes. it was all billy. and he was gently smiling at her— she couldn’t believe that most of all when seasons had came and gone but she replayed the heart wrenching way he LAST looked at her too often, repeatedly inside her head to think she’d ever earn his beautiful smile again. it made her smile too, brighter than a summer sun. looking ecstatic and dreamily as her sparkling cocoa hues melted into the familiar blue, finding her billy caused her to smile like that. not the cold, wounded stranger she found in his icy sea of blue the last time she was looking into them. this time staring into his eyes was the familiar waves of warm sea blue she knew well and had only been existing in her memories— of course she was starstruck at her own best friend she’d mourned losing but had this chance to see him looking at her like that again. of course she was fighting back tears as the emotions explosively took over her heart, her cheeks dimpled and hurt her smiled had grown so wide and radiant.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

there's no remedy for memory.

synopsis: "your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head"

genre: angst

characters: ayato x gn! reader

warnings: reader is dead, reader referred to in 2nd person pov, written from ayato's perspective, arranged marriage trope if you squint, mentions of blood & tombstone, implied assassination being reader's cause of death

a/n: uhm. yeah. this is what i do when i have pent-up feelings. title is a lyric from "dark paradise" by lana del rey, the ending para is from "immortality", a poem by clare harner. your mental wellbeing comes first, don't proceed if you're currently emotionally unstable🫶 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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he hated this feeling. 

kamisato ayato abhorred living in this waking nightmare that only seemed to worsen when he closed his eyes. no matter how hard he tried, that heavy cloud inside his head just didn’t seem to be able to be dissipated. 

you, who always stood by his side, head held high no matter the glances thrown your way and the furtive whispers behind your back.

you, who refused to let yourself be viewed as anything less than an equal– who always gave your best no matter the situation.

you, who never hesitated to speak out against any form of injustice, even if it were to happen to your mortal enemy.

you, who, despite your circumstances, stayed with him when heavy paperwork meant late nights, offering to help.

you, who gained the respect of others through the fruits of your own hard work.

and yet–

it was you he found, lying unconscious— motionless —on the hard, sandy shore, the beach stained red with your ichor. 

it was you they ruthlessly went after, knowing all too well how you came to lodge yourself firmly in his heart.

the head of the yashiro commission was known for having others kneel down to him.

yet he was the one who kneeled down, placed the stalk of dendrobium on the smooth marble plaque. how many stalks has it been? how many days has it been? he no longer remembered.

and as a single, lone tear slipped down his cheek, a voice seemed to whisper in his ear, a soft touch seemed to brush away the teardrop.

do not stand by my grave and weep, dearest, for i have not yet died. when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry; i am not there. i did not die.

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[two-white-butterflies]

beat poetry | k7

Description: Kimi Raikkonen dates someone so random, until it eventually begins to make sense. In which, the reader is basically Lana Del Rey.

Pairing: kimi raikkonen/singer!reader

agathajones: there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody - it won't leave my head. shot by @kimimatiasraikkonen

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y/nagathal/n: MOM LET MY OTHER ACCOUNT IN

f1mercedeslover: KIMI WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

kimimatiasraikkonen: ❤️

agathajones: daddy is reading about himself, my child.

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kimimatiasraikkonen: ❤️

f1ferrari2211: DADDY? wait what

honeymoans23: You're married to Kimi? Explain please Y/N

WHO IS AGATHA JONES?

Y/N L/N; known publicly as Agatha Jones, was born on August 29, 1989. She discovered her talent in music when she began singing in her grandfather's band: The Rockets and their Crickets. She recently shared that her music journey started when she was accepted in the 'Juilliard School' where she learnt to play the piano and violin.

Although she dropped out before finishing her degree, saying that the school was sucking out her 'creative juices'. She has now become America's biggest pop-star. Since she took the world by shock with her first single: Smarty. She has received various accolades since then, including 12 Grammies and 1 Oscar.

kimimatiasraikkonen: Happy 10th anniversary! It's gone so fast and been very lovely and the best part is that we still have so many years together to look forward to!! Love you!

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agathajones: ❤️ te amo

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walanana9: His wife is so beautiful !

luciil_evans: you both look beautiful in this picture 😁

agathajones: happy 10th kimi! 😜 looking forward to the 100th.

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agathajooneess4fan: Question for the culture? How did Kimi Raikkonen rizz her up? #AgathaJones

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agathajones: 'hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it.' will be out MIDNIGHT EST 🌙

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[almondest]

Favorite Crime

:: Blade ， Jing Yuan ， Dan Heng ， Sampo ， Gepard

summary: breaking up under certain circumstances, adhering to you as their favorite crime.

a/n: ib what I'm currently going through RAAAAAAAAAAAA (expect for more angst in the coming days)

The things you did.

You played a significant role in him. Blade was sure you two would last longer than expected, but it was never bound to happen.

When you asked to end things with him in unfortunate circumstances, he felt his whole world turn upside down. The way all the things you did reflect in his vision every night.

There was no remedy for those memories, your face played like a melody that won't leave his head.

"Why..?" He meekly whispered. he was facing you, the tears that were threatening to fall down those crimson eyes were so forcibly kept. Instead, he just looked at you, scanning those eyes of yours in an attempt to convince himself that you were just joking.

"I'm sorry Blade. I-I just have too much on my plate right now..." You whispered back, before turning away from him. "I love you Blade, I really do. But because of this, I had to cut you off. for our sake."

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.

He loves you so much, that he doesn't want to see you hurting. But Jing Yuans method, brought you down and just made you sadder than you already were.

You thought you knew him, guess you didn't. He hides so much stuff that you just wished he'd be free to tell you anything and everything.

"So, you were engaged?" You looked at him dejected, tears were slowly blurring your vision. "So you knew..."

"And you were planning to keep me from the dark? Do you never plan to tell me? I wouldn't have known if Yanqing never told me." Your tears finally gave out, breaking down right in front of him. "I was trying to get you to hate me!" You sighed, wiping away the tears that stained your cheek.

"Maybe we need to cool off for a while? Or better, Maybe we need to gather enough time for ourselves." You turned your back on him. "I love you. I really do, but maybe this isn't the right time for us."

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do.

After a heated argument with him a few days ago, you two gradually made up. But you always felt that deep inside, something was going on with Dan Heng. He was slightly colder, the vibe he gave off whenever you two met felt unfamiliar. It was as if, the love that once radiated to the two of you disappeared like nothing.

"I can't help but think, that as if we're strangers heng..." You started, walking towards the couch to sit beside him. "is something going on? You know you can tell me..." You whisper, taking his hand and playing with it.

He remained silent, treating you like a breeze of wind. 'No, nothing is going on my love...' Is what he wants his mouth to speak out but nothing comes out. "Did I do something wrong again? Please talk to me..." You started pleading, tightening your grip to his hand. 'No..You never did.'

Yet despite your pleas and begs, he never shared a glance with you. "[Name], let's end this." 'Fuck, please don't cry.'

Cause I was going down and I was doing it with you.

The first few years of your relationship was a blast. It was fun, it was something you never experienced with others before. Sampo was someone you gave your heart to ever so fast. But sometimes, these can be bound to break.

"You don't understand!" You screamed, accidentally throwing the vase of flowers that he gave you for your 3rd anniversary a few days ago, immediately feeling guilt rush through you.

He raised both his hands as a sign of surrendering. "[Name], my darling please don't get mad anymore... I swear I'll never really do it again!" You irked at those words of his. No matter what he says, you no longer felt the urge to give him another chance.

"Sampo, I'm done. Let's stop this..." You sighed, tears threatening to fall. "Once a thief, always a thief."

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.

He's beginning to grow distant. Gepard who once knew how to balance both his time for work, and for you was no longer there. After the whole fiasco of having 3 wanted people, he gradually lost time with you. And whenever he had, you did your best to get him to cheer up and spend time with you, but all you ended up receiving was a harsh cold shout of "leave me alone!".

"I'm home." A soft masculine voice echoed through your shared apartment but you never ought to give a response.

Soft creaking of the wooden floorboards were subtly heard, stripping your attention off to the newspaper you were reading. "Ah, you're home..." You unenthusiastically greeted.

You knew deep down that he had reasons as to why he acted that way for the past few weeks, you tolerated it and understood his situation. But when he actually shouted at you more louder than before gave your last straw.

Never once did he apologize after lashing out on you, never once did he even try to check up on you right after.

"Gepard, do you love me?" You asked, breathing in the courage to finally say it out. "Hmm? What's up? Of course I do... You don't know how much I do." He softly mouths, walking near you to give you an embrace he longed for.

"Oh, is that so?" You asked. "Are you doubting me?"

Long pause. Long pauses. Silence.

"I... Maybe we need space for a little while?"

[seaoflove07]

Laito & Yui

Water Aesthetic.

~ Dark Paradise ~

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

Quote Lyrics, Dark Paradise by Lana del Rey.

Beach Photos Source: Pinterest

[stargirlie25]

6 Songs that give Gwynriel

Constellations-Jade lemac

´´Lights are turned off Music is on´´

´´Your freckles lead the way´´

Chemtrails over the country club-Lana del rey (obvs)

´´You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter´´

Dark paradise-Lana del rey

´´And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine´´

Say you won´t let go-James Arthur

´´Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober´´

´´I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go´´

Hide-Juice WRLD

´ ´ When it gets dark outside, In you I confide, You help me face my demons ,I won't hide, hide´´

´´We're just two lost souls But we're fine with it´´

Lover-Taylor Swift

´´And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?´´

´´And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me´´

Let me know what songs give you gwynriel vibes!

[dragonsanddirewolvess]

Femslash February Day 21 = Elia & Ashara

All my friends tell me I should move on

I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song

Ahh

That's how you sang it

Loving you forever can't be wrong

Even though you're not here, won't move on

Ahh

That's how we played it

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)

[whoisspence]

"and there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head"

- dark paradise by lana del rey

[starlightshadowsworld]

Leo: And there's no remedy for memory. Your face is like a melody.

Jason: It won't leave my head.Your soul is haunting me.

Leo: And telling me that everything is fine.

Both: But I wish I was dead.

Jason: Everytime I close my eyes. It's like a dark paradise.

Leo: No one compares to you. I'm scared that you..

Jason: Won't be waiting on the other side.

[scionshtola]

and there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody it won't leave my head

thank you @nightmaskart for this amazing art of Mir and Aeran!

[ghostlywhiskey]

Simon "Ghost" Riley - No Remedy

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 665 

Warnings: None, besides a super tiny part implicating smut, but I wouldn't even classify it as that.

Summary: Simon is just a memory after he doesn't come back from a mission. Inspiration by Lana Del Rey's Dark Paradise.

Notes: My first writing piece in a long time - so, nothing crazy! Super quick, but enjoyed getting back into writing. Thank you to mother Lana for inspiration. It only felt right using her for inspo being back on Tumblr.

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And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody. It won't leave my head.

Simon rolled over in bed, his body deep in slumber sleep recognizing your presence was absent from his embrace. As if it was programmed into his subconscious, his arm reached out to pull you close to him. The way his rough hand gently slipped under his t-shirt you had claimed yours to sprawl his hand out on your abdomen.

You stirred slightly in your sleep. Never in your life were you able to claim you were a heavy sleeper. 

Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, they opened slowly and adjusted to the dark room. The only light came from the window and even then, the glow off the moon offered little to no help in guiding your eyes through the dark.

Carefully, in an effort to not wake Simon, your body turned onto the opposite side. 

His face looked relaxed and peaceful, his guard down as he always slept better next to you. Marked with a few scars, he was still the most handsome man you laid your eyes on.

Your soul is haunting me and  telling me that everything is fine.

The cries of the son you share with Simon echoed through the upstairs hallway. In a brisk movement, you were out of the bed and into the nursery. 

The 8-month old was in your arms as you swayed him gently, trying to soothe him.

“It’s okay, baby. Mama’s here.” You whispered into the child’s ear kissing his cheek.

The cries continued despite your efforts. You glanced at the open window of the nursery - it was a clear summer night, sounds of crickets in the distance creating the only melody of the night. But, a delicate breeze coursing through the opened window, the curtains dancing in response. 

A wave of serenity washed over the hysterical child, as if the breeze whispered ‘Relax’. The cries halted and the curtains came to a rest. But, the sound of crickets remained, pulling you back into the reality like a high pitched scream compared to the murmur brought by the breeze.

Every time I close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, But there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.

Fingers interlocked as your footprints mark the sand below, Simon’s thumb grazing your hand softly. 

You stop in your tracks, tugging Simon’s hand gently to get his attention to stop walking. His body turns, his gaze landing on you as he looks down. 

“Everything alright, angel?” His voice is much more soft spoken than usual.

“I love you.” There is no direct answer to his question, the three words escaping your lips before you could register what had been asked.

“I love you. But, is everything alright?” Simon repeats his question, as if he knows you aren’t. 

As you go to respond, an imaginary rope tightens around your neck. 

It pulls at you.

And pulls again.

Your eyes open suddenly. Your body gasping for air. Your brain flooded with consciousness despite being fast asleep moments ago. 

There's no relief, I see you in my sleep…

The headboard hits the wall with every thrust. Simon’s left hand holds the back of your head to keep your focus on him and the right hand on your waist. 

Your eyes locked on each other is the only communication needed at the moment in addition to the moans. 

But, both your heads turn towards the door as the faint voice calls for your name. The grip of his hand on your waist tightens as if he is scared you’ll leave. You always seemed to leave.

And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me.

At the same, your eyes lock back onto each other. Your hands moving to place your hands on his cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere, Simon.” Your voice is soft and reassuring. 

For the first time in your life, you are a heavy sleeper.

[samcoving]

'And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side'

[lynninlyn]

Dark Paradise_Michael KaiserxF!Reader

This is inspired by the song Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey. I constantly have the urge to write this although by writring is bad and English is not my native language. Please read with easy and feel free to point out my error. Thank you all!

Warning: Fluff to Angst, Major character d*ath, OOC, bad grammar and missed spelling, no-proofread.

All my friends tell me I should move on I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song Loving you forever can't be wrong Even though you're not here, won't move on

"Are you ok?" "Ok what? Stop asking useless thing, Ness. I know what I am doing."

Glaring at the brunette boy whose the worry is all over his tired face. Kaiser shake the thought off his mind, continues observing the field and calculating for the next attack session. Focusing and executing another glorious victory for Bastard Munchen, embellishes his throne.

Or that were what Kaiser thought.

Is it that obvious that to other people? How can Ness knows he is not totally dedicate to the match? How dare of him to assume Kaiser was absent-minded?

And god please let Kaiser know how stop himself from consantly looking at that certain seat in the VIP area that always reserved for his precious Y/n.

"Wwoahhhhh-" "It's him again, it Kaiser impact again" "A beautiful goal at 90', executed team XXX last hope, an absolute win 2-0 for Bastard Munchen"

The Bastard Munchen's crowd bursted in excitement for the just happened victory. His clown-like teammates make the ridiculous celebrate moves like the highschool team experiences a win match for the first time. Isnt this result is an obvious scene when they have the Kai-fucKING-ser as their savior, freed them from their arrogance like the background characters in his heroic play?

Empty. Kaiser feels nothing.

Mindlessly walking to the locker room. Shouldn't he feels satisfied as another decoration on his long-listed trophy is achieved and the spotlight is all on him? The adrenaline in him should reach it climax at this moment, he used to enjoy the afterward of every match as you will immediately rush up to him, kiss him passionately, congratulate him, sweet words pour from your cherry lips and you will discuss about the later plan on that day to spoil your loverboy for his victory.

Oh-

Kaiser realizes now. All this distraction, emptiness, and lost feelings is because of your absence in his life.

You weren't here this time, you weren't here to cheer for him, to worry for him every time he aims for the perfect shooting spot, and celebrate with him for every goal he scores in the match.

For his last 23 matches, you hadn't been here with him. He wonder how has he managed to last through that much time without you by his side.

The harsh reality that you will never be able to show up at his matches anymore, and add more to its tragedy, you are not here anymore for him to love you, embrace you, and hold you in his hands 'till the day the both of you draw your last breath.

You were gone. And he can't move on.

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

From high school sweetheart to the IT couple that football fans and media use to address you and Kaiser everytime you guy drop anything on social media or Kaiser, once again, intentional drops in the middle of the interview to brag about his lovely baby.

You has been with K from the very first day, gone through up and down in his football career. Even when him tried to push you away because of his arrogance and cocky younger self, you was still by his side to work everything out together.

PDA

Pictures of you and him is all over Kaiser's social media accounts. Not a single day that Kaiser hadn't post something about his darling beauty and your caring for him and only him.

Kaiser want the world knows how much you mean to him and how good, how wonderful you are. Shutting down any chick that dares to claim themselves could be better if they could get in the place of his precious significant other. Not even in sleep they can dream about that, never ever.

Doesn't care to express his love for you even there were paparazzi taking the picture of you guys on public dates. Holding hand, peak on your peachy cheek, kiss on that honey lips, embrace you in his protection. "Turn to angle 3 o'clock babe, lets him capture my kiss on your hand when we got out the car. I will get that pic for the my new bio avatar."

Aftermath

Picking you up by your hip, winging you around and peppering your goddess-like face with kisses to relieve all the adrenaline he got from playing and shooting the whole match.

You looks like a cute bunny when hurrying run to him. And he wont tell you that you even look cuter attened his matches in winter,  the puffy jacket makes you look like the snowball rolling, but don't get him wrong. You are totally not look childish and funny (or maybe you are?)

Your curiosity when examines his new medal or trying to hold the Bastard München's just received cup.

"Hey don't bite it like I starved you. It is fake, like the pile of medals that stacked up in my exhibition room at home."

They know us but don't know these The most casual moment with you were the thing that haunted him most. The peacefulness that both of you cherish and Kaiser scared to lose, he feared when he wakes up the next day, you will not even be by his side to accomplish him for every beat that his heart beats.

When you come and wait for him to finish his late night practice.

When Kaiser want to hug you tight out of sudden while you guy were heading out the Bastard Munchen's stadium.

When Kaiser wakes up with you in his arm, hold you tight for 15 more minutes before getting ready for morning training.

When the ritual of the good luck kisses you press on his cheek, his temple and sometimes for lips before you two must parted as Kaiser back to the locker room and ready for the matches.

"Thank you my goddess. Your knight in shining armour today will once again establish another glorious victory with you endearing blessing. These clowns will be blinded by your charming power. "

"Oh dear! Please leave before Noa will rocket himself up there. He has been calling for the tenth time to get you back with the team."

"It was 35 calls last time baby. Hah, he must be used to it"

"MIKA!!!"

Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side There's no you, except in my dreams tonight

Kaiser knows your love is immeasurable. He glad that god still has mercy on him, gives him a chance to realize how precious, one of a kind your love is before his arrogance, led by the depression he got in Blue Lock, made him lose you.

It would have been the eternal punishment for his soul.

But there were times Kaiser wishes that your love isn't that strong and you would not deeply care for him to the point that you wouldn't hesitate flight yourself overseas to support him, cheering for his match in foreign country.

"Breaking news. The Amour Airlines's flight BB-1234 on day x/y/20xx from Munich, Germany to Tokyo, Japan had been reported to unfortunately crashes on the XXX island while it was crossing the Indian Ocean due to the unpredicted storm. The passenger list had been provided by the Airlines and they are calling for the family of the passengers to contact to help the searching and identifying progress. The list- .... Y/n, female, xx years old, nationality: ____"

And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me There's no release, I feel you in my dreams Telling me I'm fine

[eidis-scarlet]

"And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head" Ok I love this scene 😢

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[e-scapist]

There's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)

[y-1999]

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead..