Evermore – Part IV: The Matchmaking

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To experience the full story, I invite you to begin with Part I.
(This story is a work of fiction. To be continued…)

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(Late Friday afternoon. Golden light drifts through the window of the small apartment. An empty coffee mug rests on the table. Outside, the traffic hums faintly, distant yet constant. The cell phone rings. She exhales… and answers.)

*Mother:
Hi sweetheart, listen, this one’s different.
Your brother introduced him — yes, your brother!
A fine young man, just back from abroad.
He works in media too,
Polite, articulate — why not meet him?

*Daughter (Heroine):
Wait—what?! 
You got my brother involved in this now?!
Oh no…
Next thing I know, you’ll have Grandma sending resumes from heaven.

*Mother:
Oh, come on, don’t be dramatic.

*Daughter:
Mom… please.
Haven’t we been through this enough?
You’ve forgotten what the last few were like, haven’t you?

The “brilliant scholar” —
So proud of his degrees and buried in debt,
Looking not for a wife, but for a mother —
Someone to cook his meals and pay his dues.
He said my bachelor’s degree was “modest.”
Modest!
While he’s still lost in his library,
I’ve been working, living, breathing the real world.

And that civil servant —
Quiet as a shadow.
Two sentences through the whole dinner.
Was he shy? Or terrified of his own words?
I was willing, honestly,
to spend time —
trying to read that unopened heart.
Until I learned the truth:
he wasn’t quiet out of mystery,
but because he too had come
only to please his parents.
Just another reluctant guest at love’s table.

And the startup guy, ah yes —
The “charming, ambitious one.”
He made you laugh, didn’t he?
Made me laugh too.
Until I saw him —
at the movies,
with someone else’s hand in his.
So much for “building a future.”

You see, my dear parents —
That’s the pattern.
Brilliant, boring, or taken.
Why waste everyone’s time again?

*Mother:
Harsh… is it really that bad?
This world doesn’t make perfect people.
You’ll grow old waiting for one.

*Daughter:
I’m sorry, Mom. It’s been such a long day…
I know.
I’m not chasing perfection —
I’m nowhere near perfect myself.
I just want someone I can actually trust,
someone I genuinely like.
How can you build a life
with someone you feel nothing for?
How do you say “forever”
to a stranger who leaves you cold?

Mom, I love you — truly, I do.
I know you mean the best, you always do.
But could we pause the plans, just this time?
Let my quiet weekend stay mine.

(Her mother’s voice fades into the hum of the city. She sets the phone down gently.)

*Daughter:
Oh, my lovely, anxious parents…
Are you really that eager
to marry me off?

You make it sound so easy,
as if happiness could be scheduled,
like a dinner reservation.

But not this time.
Not this one.
Maybe I’m just tired of blind dates…
Or maybe,  just maybe —
someone’s already living in my heart.

A face from a thousand years ago,
a dream that refuses to fade.
Was it real, or just desire’s art?
Still, it burns — this phantom spark.

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These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work.

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All portrayals of individuals, groups, or professions in these lyrics are entirely fictional and created for artistic and narrative purposes. They do not necessarily represent the author’s personal views or beliefs, nor do they endorse or reinforce any kind of stereotype. —Thank you for your understanding and for listening. To experience the full story, I invite you to begin with Part I. (This story is a work of fiction. To be continued…) —————————————————— (Late Friday afternoon. Golden light drifts through the window of the small apartment. An empty coffee mug rests on the table. Outside, the traffic hums faintly, distant yet constant. The cell phone rings. She exhales… and answers.) *Mother: Hi sweetheart, listen, this one’s different. Your brother introduced him — yes, your brother! A fine young man, just back from abroad. He works in media too, Polite, articulate — why not meet him? *Daughter (Heroine): Wait—what?! You got my brother involved in this now?! Oh no… Next thing I know, you’ll have Grandma sending resumes from heaven. *Mother: Oh, come on, don’t be dramatic. *Daughter: Mom… please. Haven’t we been through this enough? You’ve forgotten what the last few were like, haven’t you? The “brilliant scholar” — So proud of his degrees and buried in debt, Looking not for a wife, but for a mother — Someone to cook his meals and pay his dues. He said my bachelor’s degree was “modest.” Modest! While he’s still lost in his library, I’ve been working, living, breathing the real world. And that civil servant — Quiet as a shadow. Two sentences through the whole dinner. Was he shy? Or terrified of his own words? I was willing, honestly, to spend time — trying to read that unopened heart. Until I learned the truth: he wasn’t quiet out of mystery, but because he too had come only to please his parents. Just another reluctant guest at love’s table. And the startup guy, ah yes — The “charming, ambitious one.” He made you laugh, didn’t he? Made me laugh too. Until I saw him — at the movies, with someone else’s hand in his. So much for “building a future.” You see, my dear parents — That’s the pattern. Brilliant, boring, or taken. Why waste everyone’s time again? *Mother: Harsh… is it really that bad? This world doesn’t make perfect people. You’ll grow old waiting for one. *Daughter: I’m sorry, Mom. It’s been such a long day… I know. I’m not chasing perfection — I’m nowhere near perfect myself. I just want someone I can actually trust, someone I genuinely like. How can you build a life with someone you feel nothing for? How do you say “forever” to a stranger who leaves you cold? Mom, I love you — truly, I do. I know you mean the best, you always do. But could we pause the plans, just this time? Let my quiet weekend stay mine. (Her mother’s voice fades into the hum of the city. She sets the phone down gently.) *Daughter: Oh, my lovely, anxious parents… Are you really that eager to marry me off? You make it sound so easy, as if happiness could be scheduled, like a dinner reservation. But not this time. Not this one. Maybe I’m just tired of blind dates… Or maybe, just maybe — someone’s already living in my heart. A face from a thousand years ago, a dream that refuses to fade. Was it real, or just desire’s art? Still, it burns — this phantom spark. ————————————————— These lyrics are written and owned by Rachel’s Original (Rachel Liu). Please do not copy, share, or adapt them without permission. Thank you for respecting the creator’s work. Lyrics Creation: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Music Arrangement: © 2025 Rachel’s Original Copyright © 2025 Rachel’s Original https://suno.com/@rachelliu All rights reserved.

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