*POV* You are alone in the house you and your loved one bought a year ago .Its been a month and sixteen days since they passed. You are looking out the window silently crying in the empty house,as the raindrops slide down the glass, their favorite songs starts playing in the room next to you.
(I'mma continue the pov) You flinch, before instantly turning, only for it to stop. Only you. It's just you. You'd look back out the window, before hearing their voice. You look again. It's just you. Only you. Your mind is playing tricks on you, right? There's no way she's alive. She died, why wont you move on? The blood is on your hands. Your hallucinating again. Snap out of it.
You live next to a couple who are going through a rough patch. You heard screaming earlier, and then the door slamming shut. One of the cars screeched out of the parking lot. That was an hour ago, and now you're listening the the other person listen to this while you try to enjoy the rain. You want to go over there and ask if they're alright, but you stay put, silently listening to their life story. You hope they find happiness one day, with each other or someone better.
For some reason this has made me want to create some wack story. You've just moved into your new apartment, running away from the life you had, hoping to start over fresh. You're laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Having feelings of despair and helplessness, you don't know where to go next. Along the way of life, you've been hurt. Starting to cry, sobs hit you like a missile. Pulling your legs up to your chest, and resting your head on your knees. You listen to people bicker in the room next to you, two voices shouting and then soon later you hear a door slam. Despite your distraught mood, you're pulled to listen to what happens next. After a few minutes music starts playing from the next room. You hear someone crying on the other side of the wall. You sit and listen for a few minutes, somehow the music calms you down a bit. You've stopped crying now, you start to sing along, quietly at first. "Now and then, I think of all the times you've screwed me over." You got a response, very quickly. "But had me believing it was always something that I'd done..." Their voice is muffled through the wall and trails off. Feeling more confident, you sing louder. "But I don't wanna live that way," You smile when once again, you get a response. "Reading into every word you say.." "You said that you could let it go....!" You put all emotion into it. As expected, "And I wouldn't catch you hung up on-" "Somebody that you used to know!" You joined them. You both sing the rest of the song together, letting your voices fade in and out and compliment each other. When it ends, you hear a tapping on the wall. It comes to you're attention they're talking, "Thanks," Is all you hear, muffled, before it fades into whatever else they are saying. That makes you happy, and you realize that you're tired. You get under the covers and close your eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep, drowning out the sound of rain outside and slipping into a comfortable silence. The next morning, you wake up to a knock on your door. It's still raining outside, clouds dark and menacing over the sky. Checking your phone on your bedside table, it's around 9:30am. You push off your covers and rush over to your mirror, realizing you never changed last night, you're still in your jeans and a oversized hoodie. Not caring enough to make yourself presentable, you rush over to the door and open it. Nobody's there, but looking around, there's a slip of paper on the ground. It was slipped under your door, you must have not noticed. You pick it up, reading it. 'Hey, thanks for singing with me last night, it made me feel better. Would you wanna hang out sometime maybe? :)' You smile, maybe you've made a friend, and in the most unexpected way too. You flip the paper over a few times, studying the pretty handwriting. You then rush over to your desk, and open a drawer. You fish out a glittering, colorful pencil and grab a piece of lined paper from your desk. You lean over the desk, pencil in hand, thinking of what to write. 'It's no problem, that was fun.. you helped me too. Thanks for making me smile!--' You stop for a moment, then continue writing. '--You have a really pretty voice btw. I'd love to meet somewhere, but tbh I don't feel like going out, would you wanna meet today at my apartment?' You look over it a few times then drop the pencil back in the open drawer. You shove it closed with a thunk, and rip out the piece of paper, it somewhat resembling a square. Folding it in half, you then shuffle to your door and slip outside into the narrow hallway. You walk over to their door, and lean down, you slip the paper under their door. You stand up and knock, then rush away back to your apartment. Walking back to your bedroom, you plop down on your bed and pick up your phone. You find yourself scrolling through UA-cam and a video comes up on your recommended. It's titled, 'somebody that i used to know playing from another room on a rainy day :)' You tap on the video and turn it up, then close your eyes, waiting to enjoy it.
The melancholy romantic gang Is here Only us, enjoying this kind of videos understand what they could mean in our head and heart. This evokes memories in me, nostalgia, oc nostalgia of something I never really met. I believe there's a universe inside of everyone and everybody.
Had a friend he and I were very close. I don't know but due to some circumstances in our lives we got distant. I really want to apologise but I am just to guilty to even look at him. Everytime I see him that guilt of ruining us runs over me. If u ever see this man . Ik u won't know it's me but I am really sorry.
*POV (i was bored😤)* You and your best friend(whatever pronouns) live next door, you’ve always had a crush on them(take that knowledge as you will). On your way back from school youre running back home from the rain and run inside soaking wet and meet eyes with your parents. They tell you they’re unfortunately planning on divorcing.. the confusion on your face turns into deep sorrow. you run into your room and slam the door crying. Your bestfriends slides open their window curtains in confusion to see you crying. they remember the song youve always had an emotional connection with and ran across the room to play it. They blast it as loud as possible to make sure you hear it. you look up and wipe your tears away. As you look up you notice a bright and mellow smile. you immediately feel better.
turned on my fire place and sat down thinking that my dr boyfriend was there I started talking like George was real and I, actually married him. my mom walked in she told me it was a phase.. that "phase" still Stands and has been for 7 years
I feel like I’ve been kidnapped and my kidnapper didn’t really know what to do with me so they locked me in this room and started listening to music in the room next to me.
all these ppl in the comments of these muffled songs making it like a depressing thing...to me is not... to me is like hearing a distant party where you can tell ppl are having fun and even though you're not there you're happy for some reason
I imagine me staring at my cute neighbour's window while he is in front of his mirror, singing the song. P. S. I don't have a neighbour. Especially young and cute. I only have elders that at 9 pm are already in bed. Imagination is the only thing I have 😭
Pov:You had got away with it. You wish you hadn't You miss them. Why did you do that? Revenge? Heartbreak? You don't know. They aren't here. So stop imagining they are Don't let them go next time Will there be a next time? We'll never know.
You sit alone inside your bedroom, reading a book. Suddenly, you hear a muffled song coming from your neighbor's house, and rain starts to form. Your neighbor, huh? That reminds you, the couple next door seems to argue more often. You ponder on it for a moment, remembering fragments of one of their arguments. From your fragmented perception of the quarrel, it seemed that one of them, the man in the relationship, was having an affair. You feel guilty, realizing that you are prying into private matters. *But it's their fault, right? For screaming that loudly,* A dark voice from within you exclaims. You stare at your book, unable to concentrate. Wait... Didn't they have a child? Well, not really a child anymore since they just turned 16 a while ago. Upon learning this information, you worry. You worry for the couple and their child. Hearing the muffled music, you realize that the child is most likely the one playing it. You wonder, is the child alright? You hope that the teen isn't getting involved in the quarrels, but what if? Is the teen unharmed? What if the arguments evolve into something much more serious- You hear screaming next door, the song becoming louder as the teen tries to ignore it. The screaming was much louder than usual. You hold your forehead, the book long forgotten. You should do something. *No, it is not my business.* As much as it was disturbing, it was exhilarating, as well. Exhilarating to see a family fall apart in real time. No, this isn't what you're supposed to feel. Ugh. After a minute of contemplation, you decide to keep an ear on the situation. If it worsens, the police will be contacted ASAP. If that's all you do, perhaps the child will not make it out of this, mentally unharmed. The couple will not be able to recover easily, either. Even after making up your mind, you feel restless. You feel that you need to do something else, like an interference. Visit their house and pretend to complain about the noise, when in reality you're checking what they're doing. *No, this is enough. I'm doing enough.* You sit there, fighting with yourself. *But- No, how about-* The song had already stopped, playing another one. Its tune drowned and overwhelmed the screams. What will you do?
Seems that UA-cam didn't want me to finish this story/post, crashed like 3 times when I was typing this out. Jokes on you, UA-cam! You cannot stop a writer. Not now, not ever!
![Somebody that i used to know - goyte [slowed + reverb]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/pP2kWvVa9RU/mqdefault.jpg)
that's what my family hears
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@@christina3397 STFU
@@0pyro chill out-
@@0pyro .
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this is uncomfortably nostalgic
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@@christina3397 why are you everywhere
Tell me about it..
Ikrrr
*POV*
You are alone in the house you and your loved one bought a year ago .Its been a month and sixteen days since they passed. You are looking out the window silently crying in the empty house,as the raindrops slide down the glass, their favorite songs starts playing in the room next to you.
yes this is what i do every day
But who put it on
Slightly eerie, but I like it.
Plot twits: We killed our lover and we now regret it, Then we hear the song
(I'mma continue the pov)
You flinch, before instantly turning, only for it to stop. Only you.
It's just you.
You'd look back out the window, before hearing their voice.
You look again.
It's just you.
Only you.
Your mind is playing tricks on you, right?
There's no way she's alive.
She died, why wont you move on?
The blood is on your hands.
Your hallucinating again.
Snap out of it.
the thunder scared the shit outta me
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same 😭🤚
Same
Thought it was a gunshot
SAME😭👍
Somebody that I used to know, but I am crying in another room
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You live next to a couple who are going through a rough patch. You heard screaming earlier, and then the door slamming shut. One of the cars screeched out of the parking lot. That was an hour ago, and now you're listening the the other person listen to this while you try to enjoy the rain. You want to go over there and ask if they're alright, but you stay put, silently listening to their life story.
You hope they find happiness one day, with each other or someone better.
That was good.
Hello fellow fander
damn. have you done any writing before cause you're good haha
these types of videos are so underrated smh 🤦🏽♀️ but hey nice video
I agree
Ok
this makes no sense
@@mariyahvaldivia1056 this was a year ago why comment now
@@garagefell2530 ok
I feel bad for the people who haven’t found this video yet-
this song was already a vibe, now its a super vibe 😼
*me crying singing this song*
My family : *not worried at all*
Me : guess I really aren't needed...
u r needed
Don't think like that...
Fun fact: Crying while singing just means ur singing with ur heart
Am not*
I personally want to thank you for making this :)
I feel like my ex is my neighbor and he’s blasting this music cause he knows I can hear it
fr tho
Oh.
Same 😞 luckily he moved out of London...
For some reason this has made me want to create some wack story.
You've just moved into your new apartment, running away from the life you had, hoping to start over fresh. You're laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Having feelings of despair and helplessness, you don't know where to go next. Along the way of life, you've been hurt. Starting to cry, sobs hit you like a missile. Pulling your legs up to your chest, and resting your head on your knees. You listen to people bicker in the room next to you, two voices shouting and then soon later you hear a door slam. Despite your distraught mood, you're pulled to listen to what happens next. After a few minutes music starts playing from the next room. You hear someone crying on the other side of the wall. You sit and listen for a few minutes, somehow the music calms you down a bit. You've stopped crying now, you start to sing along, quietly at first. "Now and then, I think of all the times you've screwed me over." You got a response, very quickly. "But had me believing it was always something that I'd done..." Their voice is muffled through the wall and trails off. Feeling more confident, you sing louder. "But I don't wanna live that way," You smile when once again, you get a response.
"Reading into every word you say.."
"You said that you could let it go....!" You put all emotion into it.
As expected, "And I wouldn't catch you hung up on-"
"Somebody that you used to know!" You joined them.
You both sing the rest of the song together, letting your voices fade in and out and compliment each other. When it ends, you hear a tapping on the wall. It comes to you're attention they're talking, "Thanks," Is all you hear, muffled, before it fades into whatever else they are saying. That makes you happy, and you realize that you're tired. You get under the covers and close your eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep, drowning out the sound of rain outside and slipping into a comfortable silence.
The next morning, you wake up to a knock on your door. It's still raining outside, clouds dark and menacing over the sky. Checking your phone on your bedside table, it's around 9:30am. You push off your covers and rush over to your mirror, realizing you never changed last night, you're still in your jeans and a oversized hoodie. Not caring enough to make yourself presentable, you rush over to the door and open it. Nobody's there, but looking around, there's a slip of paper on the ground. It was slipped under your door, you must have not noticed. You pick it up, reading it. 'Hey, thanks for singing with me last night, it made me feel better. Would you wanna hang out sometime maybe? :)'
You smile, maybe you've made a friend, and in the most unexpected way too. You flip the paper over a few times, studying the pretty handwriting. You then rush over to your desk, and open a drawer. You fish out a glittering, colorful pencil and grab a piece of lined paper from your desk. You lean over the desk, pencil in hand, thinking of what to write. 'It's no problem, that was fun.. you helped me too. Thanks for making me smile!--' You stop for a moment, then continue writing. '--You have a really pretty voice btw. I'd love to meet somewhere, but tbh I don't feel like going out, would you wanna meet today at my apartment?'
You look over it a few times then drop the pencil back in the open drawer. You shove it closed with a thunk, and rip out the piece of paper, it somewhat resembling a square. Folding it in half, you then shuffle to your door and slip outside into the narrow hallway. You walk over to their door, and lean down, you slip the paper under their door. You stand up and knock, then rush away back to your apartment. Walking back to your bedroom, you plop down on your bed and pick up your phone. You find yourself scrolling through UA-cam and a video comes up on your recommended. It's titled, 'somebody that i used to know playing from another room on a rainy day :)' You tap on the video and turn it up, then close your eyes, waiting to enjoy it.
We need a part two bestie
@@haivenm.6038 I'll work on it bestie
Might take me a while though it takes me a long time to write-
@@alizatrash7009 okay!
underrated comment
When i was younger i loved this song and now years later i finally understand the lyrics .
Boys, I think you dropped something... 👑👑👑
i loveeee these, you should make more
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Perfection
15 dislikes now 😔😒
omg this is so nice to hear
it sounds like you're stuck outside a bar and you see the person you like sing up there with their significant other
i miss this man ..
that’s my jam 🥺😩
damn this used to be just a childhood song but now...its bringing bitter memories of people that are no longer with me just so much in its words..
God loves you all♡︎
The melancholy romantic gang Is here
Only us, enjoying this kind of videos understand what they could mean in our head and heart.
This evokes memories in me, nostalgia, oc nostalgia of something I never really met.
I believe there's a universe inside of everyone and everybody.
@Yasmin Ferreira Lima you expressed yourself, too. Have a beautiful day
"You can be addicted to a certain type of sadness..." This hit hard ngl
Treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.
this is so cool i love it!!!
why is this so relaxing
I LOVE THIS TYSM
3:11
I want that cloud light bulb thingy it's really eye catching to the point I stared at it till the video ended 🌧✨
why do i get scared of the thunder lol i thought it's actually outside
Same ✋
Mhm same 👍
I'm in a car while it's raining but I'm on the way to the caravans.
Love it!
This makes me feel so lonely 😔😭💔✊🏾
this song takes me to another planet.
also what did you use to edit this??
I guess after effects or something
You can hear the ba ba black sheep rhyme in this and I can't hear anything else
Me: listening to the video
thunder: *hello g*
Thank you so much idk why but i cried hearing this
Had a friend he and I were very close. I don't know but due to some circumstances in our lives we got distant. I really want to apologise but I am just to guilty to even look at him. Everytime I see him that guilt of ruining us runs over me.
If u ever see this man . Ik u won't know it's me but I am really sorry.
This is just PERFECT
:(
*POV (i was bored😤)*
You and your best friend(whatever pronouns) live next door, you’ve always had a crush on them(take that knowledge as you will). On your way back from school youre running back home from the rain and run inside soaking wet and meet eyes with your parents. They tell you they’re unfortunately planning on divorcing.. the confusion on your face turns into deep sorrow. you run into your room and slam the door crying. Your bestfriends slides open their window curtains in confusion to see you crying. they remember the song youve always had an emotional connection with and ran across the room to play it. They blast it as loud as possible to make sure you hear it. you look up and wipe your tears away. As you look up you notice a bright and mellow smile. you immediately feel better.
3:30 hits different
I love the beautiful little stories people are writing in this comment section..
i now what im listening to
during a rainy day
turned on my fire place and sat down thinking that my dr boyfriend was there I started talking like George was real and I, actually married him. my mom walked in she told me it was a phase.. that "phase" still Stands and has been for 7 years
this use to play on the radio all the time
I feel like I’ve been kidnapped and my kidnapper didn’t really know what to do with me so they locked me in this room and started listening to music in the room next to me.
No bc this is a master piece
💙
am i the only one that enjoys loud rock music coming from another room at night
Make more please!
Familiar scenery
brooo that thunder thooo
the thunder makes me think im bei g struck by lightning
Avec cette chanson je me souviens de toutes mes faiblesses et alors, je veux être meilleur qu'avant.
all these ppl in the comments of these muffled songs making it like a depressing thing...to me is not... to me is like hearing a distant party where you can tell ppl are having fun and even though you're not there you're happy for some reason
can you do candy paint by post malone ?
❤
Pov: You are alone in the home.
How you edit this please ?
i use after effects :)
I imagine me staring at my cute neighbour's window while he is in front of his mirror, singing the song.
P. S. I don't have a neighbour. Especially young and cute. I only have elders that at 9 pm are already in bed.
Imagination is the only thing I have 😭
this is it
Pov:You had got away with it.
You wish you hadn't
You miss them.
Why did you do that?
Revenge?
Heartbreak?
You don't know.
They aren't here.
So stop imagining they are
Don't let them go next time
Will there be a next time?
We'll never know.
🥺🥺😭
This is honestly sad
was that a gunshot?
You sit alone inside your bedroom, reading a book. Suddenly, you hear a muffled song coming from your neighbor's house, and rain starts to form.
Your neighbor, huh? That reminds you, the couple next door seems to argue more often. You ponder on it for a moment, remembering fragments of one of their arguments.
From your fragmented perception of the quarrel, it seemed that one of them, the man in the relationship, was having an affair. You feel guilty, realizing that you are prying into private matters.
*But it's their fault, right? For screaming that loudly,* A dark voice from within you exclaims.
You stare at your book, unable to concentrate. Wait... Didn't they have a child? Well, not really a child anymore since they just turned 16 a while ago.
Upon learning this information, you worry. You worry for the couple and their child. Hearing the muffled music, you realize that the child is most likely the one playing it. You wonder, is the child alright? You hope that the teen isn't getting involved in the quarrels, but what if? Is the teen unharmed? What if the arguments evolve into something much more serious-
You hear screaming next door, the song becoming louder as the teen tries to ignore it. The screaming was much louder than usual. You hold your forehead, the book long forgotten.
You should do something.
*No, it is not my business.*
As much as it was disturbing, it was exhilarating, as well. Exhilarating to see a family fall apart in real time.
No, this isn't what you're supposed to feel.
Ugh. After a minute of contemplation, you decide to keep an ear on the situation. If it worsens, the police will be contacted ASAP. If that's all you do, perhaps the child will not make it out of this, mentally unharmed. The couple will not be able to recover easily, either.
Even after making up your mind, you feel restless. You feel that you need to do something else, like an interference. Visit their house and pretend to complain about the noise, when in reality you're checking what they're doing.
*No, this is enough. I'm doing enough.*
You sit there, fighting with yourself. *But- No, how about-*
The song had already stopped, playing another one. Its tune drowned and overwhelmed the screams.
What will you do?
Seems that UA-cam didn't want me to finish this story/post, crashed like 3 times when I was typing this out. Jokes on you, UA-cam! You cannot stop a writer. Not now, not ever!
One thing
Its pinky
who tf put dislike
666 likes so i disliked
i-
Lets all say a quick prayer so that we are save from the devil🙏🏻😂✌🏻️