"Hello Mr. Wibeau."
"Nice to meet you, William."
Salut, Will! You were my best mate when I was alive and please do me a favor and don't start blaming yourself for what happened as well. Get a grip!
"You said you got audiotapes from Jack, where he talked about things, right? I mean, could I listen to them?"
"Yes, that's fine."
#1 tape
in short / i met someone / she's close to my heart / my angel / but still i'm not able / to tell you / how utterly perfect she is / enough / she captured my whole body / end
#2 tape
no / i'm not deceiving myself / i read in her dark eyes true concern for me and my fate / she's divine / end
#3 tape
enough / the groom arrived / luckily i wasn't at the reception / it would've broken my heart / end
#4 tape
he wants good / and i think / that's her work / cause that's what woman know how to do / the benefit is hers / end
#5 tape
there was a night / now ill survive everything / ill not see her again / here i sit and gasp for air / calm down / awaiting the morning / end
#6 tape
oh my friend / everything is silent / end
#7 tape
you're all at fault / those who tried to break me and tried to tell me what to do / i wanted out / end
"Do you understand anything he's saying?"
"No. Nothing."
And you won't understand. Nobody can, I guess.
"I sometimes think - it might be a code."
"It has to much meaning to be a code."
"You never know with Jack. He thought of lots of things, wrote songs.There's no instrument he couldn't play after two days. But most of the time he just painted."
{I just got back from vacation (five days amsterdam heh) and wanted to upload. idk when i'll update next, since im a bit busy this week. pls vote&comment :) song on the side casper - ariel <3 - A.}
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The Boy Who Died
Teen FictionJack drops out of school, runs away from home and moves into an abandoned building by the seaside. There he feels free. There he makes music; sings and plays guitar. Sleeps, paints and dances around on his own. On the neighbouring grounds he meets...