I realized it has been I while since I published a story. So here's a serie of (Dutch) songfics. And most likely, they'll all be sad. For the original song, click link.
In een doolhof mobil van, van emoties, is de tijd voorbij gegaan
In a dungeon of emotions, the time has passed
They had some fights. Well, a lot. But they didn't think they'd end up teared apart. No one actually did. But, maybe, it was for the best...
Dan loop ik naar de kamer, waar jouw spullen niet meer staan
Then, I walk to the room, where your stuff isn't in anymore
Yes, she missed him. But, she was too stubborn to admit it. She thought he was too. Or, he didn't cinta her. She always thought so. She was never right. She knew that, but didn't want to admit that as well. Maybe, being stubborn isn't really good. Sometimes.
En als ik koffie wil gaan zetten, zet ik teveel voor mij alleen
And if I want to make coffee, I make too much for me alone
She stared into her cup of coffee. This was her detik one. It was actually supposed to be Riven's. She wanted they could stop fighting, just for once. So they could have their happily ever after. Maybe, that wasn't really it for them.
Het is net of ik, mezelf verloren heb
It's just like, I lost myself
They really had something. Something special. Maybe it wasn't a fairytale love, but it was fine with them. And yes, they fought a lot. Though, she was feeling like she was missing a part of herself.
Ik moet wennen aan de leegte, die jij hier achterliet
I have to get used to the emptyness, anda left behind
Normally, Riven was always around. The house felt empty and haunted. She realized he was her aman, brankas heaven. She turned on the radio, searching for some musik to cheer her up. The news was on. She was about to turn the radio off, but then she heard something.
"There was a man found dead in the lake. He is most likely to be one of the famous Specialists, Riven."
She froze. It had to be impossible. It took a while, before she realized it wasn't. The tears flowed down her cheeks. She would never forget him. Never.
In het hart mobil van, van mijn gevoel, zal ik je nooit vergeten
In the jantung of my feelings, I will never forget you
In een doolhof mobil van, van emoties, is de tijd voorbij gegaan
In a dungeon of emotions, the time has passed
They had some fights. Well, a lot. But they didn't think they'd end up teared apart. No one actually did. But, maybe, it was for the best...
Dan loop ik naar de kamer, waar jouw spullen niet meer staan
Then, I walk to the room, where your stuff isn't in anymore
Yes, she missed him. But, she was too stubborn to admit it. She thought he was too. Or, he didn't cinta her. She always thought so. She was never right. She knew that, but didn't want to admit that as well. Maybe, being stubborn isn't really good. Sometimes.
En als ik koffie wil gaan zetten, zet ik teveel voor mij alleen
And if I want to make coffee, I make too much for me alone
She stared into her cup of coffee. This was her detik one. It was actually supposed to be Riven's. She wanted they could stop fighting, just for once. So they could have their happily ever after. Maybe, that wasn't really it for them.
Het is net of ik, mezelf verloren heb
It's just like, I lost myself
They really had something. Something special. Maybe it wasn't a fairytale love, but it was fine with them. And yes, they fought a lot. Though, she was feeling like she was missing a part of herself.
Ik moet wennen aan de leegte, die jij hier achterliet
I have to get used to the emptyness, anda left behind
Normally, Riven was always around. The house felt empty and haunted. She realized he was her aman, brankas heaven. She turned on the radio, searching for some musik to cheer her up. The news was on. She was about to turn the radio off, but then she heard something.
"There was a man found dead in the lake. He is most likely to be one of the famous Specialists, Riven."
She froze. It had to be impossible. It took a while, before she realized it wasn't. The tears flowed down her cheeks. She would never forget him. Never.
In het hart mobil van, van mijn gevoel, zal ik je nooit vergeten
In the jantung of my feelings, I will never forget you
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