“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.

my favorite song. Hope

“Uh-huh.

the dimmer, and instantly the room was cloaked in darkness. The neon lights of the city came in through the window, bathing everything in the room in

in his arms, Debbie looked him in the

now. Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city Lights, the way you’d play with me like a child.

he liked to hear her soaring vocals. She was able to hit some intense parts, and there were times when her voice went

up. She was able to feel what she was doing, give it

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 me bring my man. When

as the ocean; she couldn’t

with a

still

As she crooned, her voice was low and angelic, as tender as a baby’s skin, and as soft as new fallen snow. She

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