teenage queen [hemmings] completed

melody

I once sang for you, Luke.

You had been begging and begging for the past week, determined to hear my voice.

Finally, I gave in and on that one eventful Friday, I sang a song I wrote, for you.

It was called melody, and you had loved it.

Now, not so much.

Actually, not at all.

Not since that day.

That horrible, horrible day.

But that's another story.