World of Chances (A Paul Lahoute love story)

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 (Paul's imprint)

My hands played the notes on the piano perfectly. I waited for the opening of the lyrics before my voice filled the room.

I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave

Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me,

All of me,

All of me.

I took my hands off of the keys, dropping them into my lap. I felt my tears slide down my cheeks again.

"He's not dead if that's what you think," I explained.

I heard people let out sighs of relief. I knew this wouldn't help them much, but it at least gave them an idea of my pain.

"Katrina..." Paul started.

"Your voice us amazing," Sam finished.

I felt a smile spread across my face. I always knew I could sing, I just never wanted to admit it. It reminded me too much of my dad.

"Thanks," I replied.

I got up from the bench, walking towards the exit. I felt everyone staring at me, their stares barring my back.

"Sorry for being rude earlier. I guess I was just shocked. Have a nice day," I said as I opened the front door.

"Katrina! Wait!" Paul shouted from behind me.

I stopped in my tracks, I couldn't leave Paul. I heard his steps slow down slightly when he noticed I stopped.

"What is it Paul?" I asked. I could feel the tears in my eyes, begging to fall.