"You know what I see when those lanterns burn up?" asked Liam. He turned to Niall as the golden linen lamps started to get caught on fire. It reflected in his eyes, like it was burning deep into his soul. "I see the past getting burned, leaving my life forever, and giving me the chance to forgive...and love again."
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This story is dedicated to those who've been hurt by love.
Love can make you cry, take away the pain, make you feel alone, and make you smile. It's all these things and more. But we must remember that it's not just a give and take -- it's something that also doesn't ask anything in return.
In our lives we kill nightingales all the time. These are the people we've hurt and the ones we've seen get hurt. Even so, with no nightingale to sing us to sleep and to keep us intact, one must learn to stand up on their own two feet. Our dreams don't depend on the people we love and meet along the way. It's ours, it's something we have to make for ourselves.
If someone has killed your nightingale, let it rise back up like a phoenix.
- Leon
JE LEEST
HOW TO KILL A NIGHTINGALE
FanfictieIn middle of the night Louis Tomlinson wakes up in a jolt, dreams of flames and smoke consuming his mind. After a year of travelling, Louis finds himself exploring Brookshire, a small town outside of London, where meets Niall Horan. Niall is appar...
