Mirabell,
So sorry I haven't commented on the last two chapters. To tell you the truth, the reason is not the time crunch, personal commitments or project deliverables and definitely nothing to do with my interest in Second Chances. You give life to fictional characters and evoke real emotions with words and then you go on to apologize for "cringe-worthiness"! That made me think of the cringe-worthiness in my own comments...and I have been trying to write something that can do an iota of justice to your brilliance but I go blank! So, I am here to tell you that you will have to put up with my amateur comments. I know you are humbled with a simple like and value even two word comments.
I have been listening to this song by Ed Sheeran (Photograph) and it always makes me think of Second Chances and Manorama, NK, Khushi, Arnav, Meera...Posting the lyrics and YT link for you (don't know how to post a video)
"Photograph"
Loving can hurt,
loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We
keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you
can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
Loving
can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die
Hm, we
keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you
can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if
you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
You
can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if
you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When
I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
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