Meeting each other was like finding their favorite song. He played her over and over until he grew tired and decided to turn her off, but forgetting him was not so easy. All the words he said played like a broken record in her head and like that she was left to beat alone to the sound of a broken heart.
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FanfictionViolet falls infatuated with a man by the stage name of Styles. He wears black jeans and battered boots always, rotating between t-shirts and frilly shirts. He has the unsteadiest of hands, for he puts everything he has into hitting the high notes a...
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