Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3681

She had even written that single line of text next to the sketch.

He had only walked past her in a fleeting rush—a blur of a silhouette—yet she had managed to capture his clothing and the sharp angle of his jawline with breathtaking precision.

There was no denying it. Anyone who drew knew the absolute truth: you could only sketch someone perfectly from memory if their image was already permanently burned into your mind and etched into your heart.

A bitter, agonizing ache bloomed in Marina's chest. She had originally intended to take the sketchbook back, but after a moment of heavy hesitation, she closed it and put it right back where she found it, pretending she had never seen it.

From inside the living room, George's voice called out, "Come on, Carson, play us a song!"

George had rummaged through the study and emerged with an acoustic guitar, tossing it straight to Carson.

Carson, who had been sitting on a barstool smoking, reached out and caught it effortlessly with one hand. He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, casually strummed a few chords, and smiled. "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything works!" George grinned.

Carson settled the guitar onto his lap, tuned a few strings, and began to sing in a low, mesmerizing voice.

"I stand in the twilight, on the edge of the roof

I hear love arriving, and I need no proof

A subtle reaction, you're the one on my mind

This unspoken connection, one of a kind

I'm a little bit anxious, a little bit mad

Tell me you won't give up on what we had..."

The guitar strumming was smooth and steady, possessing a raw, piercing quality that struck straight at the heart. Paired with the deep, magnetic gravel of his voice, the lyrics echoed through the quiet winter night, syllable by deliberate syllable.

"Lately I know you've been feeling the same

Something like love, though we don't say the name

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