“THE LULLABY THAT SAVED ME (THEN RUINED ME)”
3AM in Reykjavik. You're curled in a hostel bunk, shaking from cold and loneliness...
Then - a melody. An Icelandic folk song floats from the common room.
You follow it like a siren's call to find an old man playing the fiddle. "This," he says without looking up, "is what the northern lights sound like." You cry into your wool sweater.
The Twist:
Fast forward one year. You've tattooed the song's lyrics in runes on your ribs. Then your feed refreshes. There's your ex. In your spot by the volcano. With your song as their soundtrack. Caption: "Found my forever duet partner ❤️"
Flashback Montage:
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Recording the old man's playing on your cracked phone
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The 4AM bus where a stranger hummed the same tune
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Realizing the lyrics translate to "love is temporary"
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thanks for the photo #RyanMcguire @pixabay
Poll: "What Song Did Betrayal Steal From You?"
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