PART 3 OF, 'AGAINST THE WIND' FOLLOWED BY, 'ECHOES OF THE WIND.'
Will Jacob get back his love ? Or is a love lost forever? Read it in the next book of, 'THE WIND SERIES_#3' called "Return of the wind."
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TITLE MEANING: IMPORTANCE OF BEING WITH HIM ♥️🌹
Renesmee
The music swayed my head to. . . a dreamland. My blood sang with the piano keys that was echoing in the room and my heart followed it. . . so willingly and thoroughly.
My body relaxed breathing evenly, every joint in me relaxed. The soft touch of his fingers stroking my hairs made the moment that didn't belong this world but the world that's heavenly.
The chords was achingly lovely. Piercing but sweet. Powerful yet simple. I didn't open my eyes to rip the peace off me. I wanted to stay right there. . in the heaven.
My eyes opened slowly reliazing, it was my own piano composition I recorded for. . HIM.
I caught the sea depths of his eyes looking down at me, with the continuous gentle stroke of my forehead he sat leaned against the beds backrest.
I didn't take my eyes off his face- perfectly beautiful - I'd say.
"Did you like it?" I bit my lip, unsure of what would he say.
He didn't speak as he continued looking at the CD-player. He didn't move. He kept listening to those recorded chords in the continuous loop, and again..... and again, for how long I didn't know.
(This is the piano composition by ~ O'Neil Brothers named "Love story." Well, guys please comment down whether it did touch your heart or not💤! Because it obviously did mine, and I needed to put this here.) {Do listen & tell! }
And as he continued to listen my heart began to ache with the feeling I had not known before in my heart. Nervousness? Anxiety? Eagerness? My heart felt swollen against my chest and I lifted my hand to my chest as if I could make it stop.
I looked at him, listening to the record with each of my notes. I knew this feeling. . .it wasn't guilt and it wasn't pain. It wasn't. . . despair or even remorse. It felt more like......gratitude. I felt the love dripping off his eyes in front of me.
Finally he drop his eyes of that CD-player.
"How do you know what can affect me the right ways? How can everything you do make my heartfelt? I wonder how much I'll cherish this song for my whole life."
I looked down, my cheeks would have turned to ripped strawberry and I bite the end of my lips hesitantly.
"Melancholy mystery? Why would you call it that?" His eyes rest at me, though it pinched me looking back at him. I did stare back into those eyes.
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