We are friends for life, hold that deep inside. Let this be a drive to survive. And just stand high and tall. Make sure you give your all. And if you ever fall, know that I'm right here. We'll always be together, don't you worry. I'll always be by your side, don't you worry. The circle will never end, just know that we'll meet again. And we'll always be together, forever always. I am here. Find me in the sky. Destine with the moon and night. Your heartbeat is disguised as my lullaby. Be happy, and know I'm watching you travel far and wide. Waiting for us to meet again. We'll always be together, don't you worry. I'll always be by your side, don't you worry. The circle will never end, just know that we'll meet again. And we'll always be together, forever, always. I am here. If you need me, yeah, I'm in the wind, look for me friend, I'm in the stars. When you need me, the heaven will send, a message within, straight to your heart. We'll always be together, don't you worry. I'll always be by your side, don't you worry. Never worry 'bout a thing, no, no, no, no, no. The circle will never end, just know that we'll meet again. And we'll always be together, forever, always. I am here.
I really hate murders, but if you'd be a murder, I would still love you. Maybe I'd have some aversion, but I wouldn't be able to hate you. Wouldn't be able to stop loving you. If you would be a murder, then my last wish would be that I'd be the last person you'd kill. I would wish to die in your arms. That the last thing I see before I die is you. And it would be so damn easy for you to kill me, because boy, you're taking my breath away. If you would say that you hate me then I would die inside. You could drown me in your tears or burn me with your hotness. You could make my heart melt or let it beat out of my chest. If you would try to kill me, I wouldn't even notice it, because I'm blinded by your love. The only thing I can see is you. I love my life and I love you more, but you may be the cause of my death. I wouldn't mind.
Zekers! Mijn nicht heeft het ook laatst gehaald. Lukte ook niet meteen de eerste keer. Wat moet je nu nog leren? Iets voor stage zei je? Succes ermee! & dank je. Xx
N'aww
Kom op, houd je hoofd cool! Je kunt het!
Je kunt niet meer dan je best doen, nogmaals, dus ja, jij gaat het opnieuw doen. Als je het echt wilt dan ga jij dat doen. Als je er niets voor doet, bereik je niets. Maar goed ik ga weer eens door.
Ik heb echt zo'n geluk eh. Spaans proefwerk is verplaatst naar dinsdag! Ha! Dan kan ik mijn Engels opdrachten tenminste wat relaxter doen (: Viel ook nog eens Duits uit vandaag. Echt chill. No stress, chillax. Life likes me!
Ik ben nog steeds blij als het vrijdag is, however....
Nah ja. En wat dat rijbewijs gedoe betreft, je redt het wel
Lindsey's POV.
Niall's lying on the ground and breathing heavy. His face turns slowly in a pale colour. Saying "Come on, Niall, you can do it! Fight for it!" makes no sense. Also trying to calm him down on any manipulating way has no influence. Never in my entire career it happened that both Mike and I couldn't get somebody out of his trans. It was new for me that a client doesn't react on any word said. Giving him a bag is no option, he doesn't take it with his hands and holding it in front of his mouth doesn't change a thing about his breathing, weird enough. It's like he's blinded for all the movements we make. The shaking becomes worse and worse within time.
"Niall, please, listen to me." One more hopeless sentence said, which he didn't give a sign he could hear it.
I sighed and looked a bit desperate at Mike.
"Liam was coming, right?" Mike corrugated but in his eyes you could see a deep sadness, like he knew what was gonna happen.
I nodded once but didn't speak a word.
"I'm here!" The well-known voice of you spoke. You kneeled down near Niall and looked worried at him. Still none reaction. You stroked his cheek carefully. "Shh, I'm here," you whispered. It seemed like his heavy breathing stopped for a second or two, but it went through after. You kept stroking his cheek. "Come on, Niall. Do it for me." Two more times he took too short breaths, but then he suddenly took deeper ones, like he could hear your voice. Without stopping to stroke his cheeks you said: "Good. I love you." His breathing became normal but his face didn't show any emotion. "Come on. Come back to me." You didn't whisper any longer. You lifted him on your bosom and took him in a hug. You stroked his neck hairs and said in his ear: "Shh, it's alright. You're doing a great job. Come on. Come back here. I love you." To my great surprise, Niall blinked and the tears of happiness were back in his eyes. I smiled blissful. This was something I had never seen before. I threw a quick glance at Mike. He winked and said: "That. That is true love." He turned and walked towards the backdoor. He looked over his shoulder. "It's okay, Lindsey, we can go now. You can keep that panic from your face." My surprised expression made place for a sincere smile.
LlAM
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I really hate murders, but if you'd be a murder, I would still love you. Maybe I'd have some aversion, but I wouldn't be able to hate you. Wouldn't be able to stop loving you. If you would be a murder, then my last wish would be that I'd be the last person you'd kill. I would wish to die in your arms. That the last thing I see before I die is you. And it would be so damn easy for you to kill me, because boy, you're taking my breath away. If you would say that you hate me then I would die inside. You could drown me in your tears or burn me with your hotness. You could make my heart melt or let it beat out of my chest. If you would try to kill me, I wouldn't even notice it, because I'm blinded by your love. The only thing I can see is you. I love my life and I love you more, but you may be the cause of my death. I wouldn't mind.
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1 decennium geleden(Ik ben wel op msn, maar reageer laat
Zekers! Mijn nicht heeft het ook laatst gehaald. Lukte ook niet meteen de eerste keer. Wat moet je nu nog leren? Iets voor stage zei je? Succes ermee! & dank je. Xx
1 decennium geledenN'aww
1 decennium geledenKom op, houd je hoofd cool! Je kunt het!
Je kunt niet meer dan je best doen, nogmaals, dus ja, jij gaat het opnieuw doen. Als je het echt wilt dan ga jij dat doen. Als je er niets voor doet, bereik je niets. Maar goed ik ga weer eens door.
xxx
Ik heb echt zo'n geluk eh. Spaans proefwerk is verplaatst naar dinsdag! Ha! Dan kan ik mijn Engels opdrachten tenminste wat relaxter doen (: Viel ook nog eens Duits uit vandaag. Echt chill. No stress, chillax. Life likes me!
1 decennium geledenIk ben nog steeds blij als het vrijdag is, however....
Nah ja. En wat dat rijbewijs gedoe betreft, je redt het wel
Lindsey's POV.
1 decennium geledenNiall's lying on the ground and breathing heavy. His face turns slowly in a pale colour. Saying "Come on, Niall, you can do it! Fight for it!" makes no sense. Also trying to calm him down on any manipulating way has no influence. Never in my entire career it happened that both Mike and I couldn't get somebody out of his trans. It was new for me that a client doesn't react on any word said. Giving him a bag is no option, he doesn't take it with his hands and holding it in front of his mouth doesn't change a thing about his breathing, weird enough. It's like he's blinded for all the movements we make. The shaking becomes worse and worse within time.
"Niall, please, listen to me." One more hopeless sentence said, which he didn't give a sign he could hear it.
I sighed and looked a bit desperate at Mike.
"Liam was coming, right?" Mike corrugated but in his eyes you could see a deep sadness, like he knew what was gonna happen.
I nodded once but didn't speak a word.
"I'm here!" The well-known voice of you spoke. You kneeled down near Niall and looked worried at him. Still none reaction. You stroked his cheek carefully. "Shh, I'm here," you whispered. It seemed like his heavy breathing stopped for a second or two, but it went through after. You kept stroking his cheek. "Come on, Niall. Do it for me." Two more times he took too short breaths, but then he suddenly took deeper ones, like he could hear your voice. Without stopping to stroke his cheeks you said: "Good. I love you." His breathing became normal but his face didn't show any emotion. "Come on. Come back to me." You didn't whisper any longer. You lifted him on your bosom and took him in a hug. You stroked his neck hairs and said in his ear: "Shh, it's alright. You're doing a great job. Come on. Come back here. I love you." To my great surprise, Niall blinked and the tears of happiness were back in his eyes. I smiled blissful. This was something I had never seen before. I threw a quick glance at Mike. He winked and said: "That. That is true love." He turned and walked towards the backdoor. He looked over his shoulder. "It's okay, Lindsey, we can go now. You can keep that panic from your face." My surprised expression made place for a sincere smile.