“You’re crying,” he stated, not a question.
When the song faded into a crackling static before the next track, they didn’t let go. cheri cheri lady
“And you’re the man who just danced to Modern Talking with a stranger.” “You’re crying,” he stated, not a question
The “Cheri Cheri Lady” wasn't a ghost anymore. It was just the prologue. ” he stated
“It’s the song,” she whispered. “It was ‘our’ song. Me and a man who promised me a constellation and gave me a single, dying star.”
Leo, a man who fixed things that were broken, felt an unfamiliar wrench in his chest. He stood, the chair scraping against the floor like a declaration. He walked over, his shadow falling across her table.
He squeezed her hand. “You’re not a stranger anymore.”