With the fading of the final notes the saxophone player turns to me. Its baleful, otherworldly gaze bores into my soul. It lowers its instrument to the disc and extends a podgy, grey hand to point at me. It looms closer, its head expanding, arm elongating. A clammy digit brushes the tip of my nose and a tingling numbness spreads over my face like an ice-cold spider web. A voice like the rustle of dried leaves whispers inside my head: “Forever…” The last syllable stretches, just like my grandfather’s dying breath. And the beady, black orbs are no longer eyes but deep, obsidian pits… . Scott Kaelen
About This Quote

The idea of a soul and a spirit and a soulmate and a dead grandfather and an eerie voice in your head is common in many stories.This quote is based on the short story "The Nightingale" by Kristin Hannah. 10.  TOI  -  Forever (An Indian love song)

Source: Falling

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