We know full well there's just time
So is it wrong to dance this line?
If your heart was full of love
Could you give it up?
'Cause what about, what about Angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special
Don't give me up
Don't give ... me up
How unfair, it's just our luck
Found something real that's out of touch
But if you'd searched the whole wide world
Would you dare to let it go?
'Cause what about, what about Angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special
Don't give me up
Don't give... me up
'Cause what about, what about Angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special
It's not about, not about Angels
Angels.
- Birdy
Prelude
Step 1. All I need to do is focus on my breathing. I've done this before, it's not that difficult. Breathe Elijah, breathe.
Step 2. I've got to compose myself, what is it they called it, find my Centre. Yeah that's it. So is it me, or is my Centre just really hard to find right now.
Step 3. Channel my anger. DON'T PUNCH ANYTHING!
And lastly.
Step 4. Focus on Mom. C'mon Eli, you know you hate disappointing her. She's been through enough. It's not her fault. None of this is.
"Elijah, honey, are you okay." I can hear the concern in her voice.
"I'm fine mom, just give me a minute." Breathe. Slowly and deeply.
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The Guardian
Teen Fiction"You don't want me, I'm broken." I'm taken aback by her statement and continue. "I'm not giving up, I know you feel the same as I do." I say softly bringing my lips closer to her ear with every word. I'm sure she can hear the speed at which my heart...
