Five Hundred and Forty-Three

Sophie, holding her breath involuntarily, stared at the stage intently, a bold idea had just popped into her mind and was cut off immediately.

Because I couldn't believe it, because I didn't dare to face it, and because there was no time and space, my thoughts followed Ronan's singing into the space-time tunnel, awakening those painful memories that I couldn't bear to look back on again, but this time, there was no darkness, only relief, A relief mixed with regret and sigh.

The force pulling the heart seemed to be slightly heavier.

The key sounds disappeared; the drum beats disappeared; only the strings of the bass bass were gently stirring in the air, intertwined with Ronan's clear and warm voice, and the mellow and rich chemical reaction permeated like this, word by word All with great power, the golden notes vented down.

"I don't like the way things change. You are no longer what you used to be. I'm crying. I'm crying." (Note 1)

Gently, pulling, and the long tail touches the high note lightly, but the bitterness that goes deep into the bone marrow can be deeply felt behind the calm and windy clouds.

It's not shouting or roaring, it's just talking, just like this, hitting the face fiercely, hitting the chest, one after another, out of breath.

"I'm alone now, lost in my own thoughts, what the hell am I doing wrong, I'm dying, I'm dying."

The sound of the keys sounded; the drums sounded.

It is getting denser and faster, like the blood circulation is accelerating, and the emotions rush to the sky with Ronan's singing, and are released instantly.

When you are in love, there is no right or wrong, and you can't tell right from wrong. You just go on the rampage ignorantly, and you don't even realize that your head is broken and bloody. Give up, but don't know that the end has come quietly.

The question mark of "why" surged in my mind, but I couldn't get the answer, and then I fell into a state of suffocation, and despair surged like drowning.

Just when Ronan's singing touched the first high note, all the accompaniment melodies stopped abruptly. Even Ronan's high note did not soar all the way, but dissipated lightly, and the mood of constantly sprinting into the sky was overwhelming. Staying in mid-air like this, hanging high, at a loss.

Then--

Without accompaniment, Ronan entered the cappella mode, and his gentle and light singing voice slowly permeated with bitterness and helplessness.

"I love you as ever,

But we are already strangers (Strangers). "

Suddenly, the gravity of the earth grabbed the heart and pulled it down fiercely, rushing from midair to the ground, and the loss of control of the free fall shattered all the masks in an instant, exposing the most vulnerable and fearful side of the heart.

"I love you as before, but we are strangers."

Again.

Simple repetition, but full of melancholy, the falling force is getting stronger and stronger, just like this, falling into the helpless darkness, the cruel facts tear away all the scars, blood dripping, the piercing pain made Limbs completely lost the ability to resist, just like that, hitting the ground hard and heavily.

boom!

Melody, burst!

From one extreme and back to another extreme, Ollie poured all his emotional weight into his hands, fell on the drum set, and let it out in a mighty way, as if he could clearly feel the pain of his heart hitting the ground and then being torn apart. Release in notes without reservation.

boom!

The free fall hugged the ground like this, and in an instant, the breath was cut off, and the boundless darkness swarmed in.

The melody and the singing are perfectly intertwined, the emotions and the notes are tightly embraced, and they are bombarded towards the chest like a meteor shower.

Sophie completely forgot to breathe, just like a fool, staring blankly at the stage, didn't even realize that her vision was blurred, hot tears filled her eyes, she just fell into the melody without any ability to resist Amidst the turbulence, there was a roar above the eardrums.

We are already strangers.

Such a simple sentence pierces the heart as easily as a scalpel, and even the blood has not penetrated, and the breathing has stopped.

is her.

It turned out that it was really her.

From Washington to Los Angeles, more than two months have passed in a blink of an eye, and Sophie has really let go—not empty words, but a real farewell to the past.

Sophie can now face those pains calmly, and she can also talk about the past with a smile, but she is not sure whether she can face him who has brought countless pains to her calmly. She just feels that maybe they Never have an intersection, that would be great.

However, until now.

Only then did Sophie realize how deeply and deeply she was hurt, as if a part of her soul fell into a deep sleep with his hurt.

She's healed, but she's not the same person she once was.

Because of the deep love and the unreserved giving of everything, the injury was so complete, it was like... soaring towards the sun, but lost its wings in mid-air, hit the ground defenselessly and helplessly, smashed to pieces, every inch and every inch An inch of bone and even soul were smashed to pieces.

The pain left an indelible mark.

"Stranger", Sophie never knew that such a simple word could bring such a powerful lethality.

The memory seems to have returned to that afternoon again, even I don't know where the great grievances came from deep in my heart, I just cried bitterly, venting all my emotions selflessly, a word "stranger" can defeat all my defenses , defeated.

Sophie opened her eyes wide and stared at Ronan in the center of the stage through her hazy eyesight, as if she had touched the soul of music like never before.

"I never thought we would end up here. We discussed getting married in the coming year; nightmare, waiting to wake up, but you said, this is still not the end."

Ronan held the microphone firmly with both hands, and the completely released singing voice soared freely in the vast world, deeply integrated into the emotion of the melody and unable to extricate himself, as if he could truly feel the pain of Ollie and Sophie, and even truly Touch the scars of love.

Emotions are then injected into words, incorporated into notes, and released with energy.

"Lying flat on the bed, holding my heart in your hands, I don't understand that you don't love me anymore, I'm crying, I'm crying."

So real and so sharp.

Sophie gritted her teeth and clenched her fists with all her strength, but she still couldn't control the surge of emotions, and her memory swallowed her like a tide.

She, like a fool, took out her heart, put it in her palm, and offered it with both hands, but she was greeted by a wave of attacks from swords, lights and swords. Can cry helplessly.

That kind of despair, what should I do?

Ronan's singing is neither roaring nor release, the light treble still has a kind of bright penetrating power, not out of control, but behind the point of control, he feels a deep sense of powerlessness, as if he can clearly see the gap between his eyes. The focus in the world is slowly disintegrating, all the light is gradually dissipating, and it is slowly, slowly being swallowed by the darkness.

Sophie, out of breath, too heartbroken to breathe.

Note 1: Strangers (Strangers——Sidecreek)