“Okay. How about I sing a song for you?” She put her phone aside and cradled his neck.

“What? ‘Pray for You’ again?” Carlos asked through gritted teeth.

Debbie stuck out her tongue and made a face.

“No, no, no! I don’t want to be buried alive again. Grave mold is a bad look for me.”

Her reaction amused Carlos, who pinched her nose and ordered playfully,

“Then sing.”

Debbie rested her head on his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat.

song. Hope

“Uh-huh.

darkness. The neon lights of the city came in through the window, bathing everything in the room in a curious

him in the eye

nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city Lights, the way you’d play with

in her voice; his restless mind cooled down when she started singing. That was why he liked to hear her soaring vocals. She was able to hit some

emotional parts, her eyes would start tearing up. She was able to feel what she was doing,

me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will. Will you still Love me when I’m no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please Let

were as deep as the ocean; she couldn’t help but lose herself in

with a

you still Love

was low and angelic, as tender as a baby’s skin, and as soft as new fallen snow. She relaxed finally, done with her rendition of Lana Del

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