Anovel of crazy monaliza chapter 5 by: summer's spark
Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she reached the gazebo.
A figure sat on a long bench, his back to her.
The music seemed to wrap itself around her, pulling her in with its beauty.
She felt a sense of sorrow washed over her, her heart already pounding in her chest, suddenly she felt a warm liquid drop from her eyes.
" You know you can come out right??? I know you're there!! " The figure said loud enough for her to hear..
His voice????? It seems pretty familiar!
The figure's voice was like a warm, rich melody that wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing it gently.
It was a deep, velvety voice, smooth and husky, with just a hint of roughness around the edges.
The kind of voice that made you want to lean in closer, to hear more, to feel the vibrations of the sound resonating deep within your chest.
Lisa's eyes fluttered closed as she listened, her breathing slowing down with her heart pounding in her chest.
She felt like she was drowning in the beauty of the music, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of emotion.
When the figure spoke, his voice was like a lifeline, pulling her back to the surface, making her feel alive.
She slowly released a soft breath, her shoulders sagging slightly as she let go of the tension that had been building up inside her.
She sighed softly, the sound barely audible over the music still echoing in her mind.
Then, she mouthed her signature words,,
"Life is a bed of roses, even when it hurts a lot, don't ever wish for death. As long as there's life, there's hope. And I really love your voice" she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. But he heard her.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and took off running away, her footsteps slapping against the ground, echoing through the garden.
She didn't look back, she didn't dare to, fearing what might happen next.
Scott, who's actually the figure on the bench, smiled mysteriously, his eyes glinting with amusement.
He turned around, staring at the retreating figure, his gaze lingering on the spot where she had disappeared into the darkness.
He chuckled softly to himself, a low, husky sound,
"Maybe she didn't know who I was," he thought, a hint of intrigue sparking in his mind.
"She's really sweet" he added, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes still fixed on the spot where Lisa had vanished into the night.....