His Melody

His Melody

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"I didn't want to fall in love or need someone. I really didn't want anything. But then, you appeared and I started wanting everything. I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes" - Eiffel Edam Martini She's the lyrics and melodies to his songs. She is Melody, his Melody. DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious way. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. PS I wrote this story from my phone so I apologize in advance for the grammatical errors and typos that you will read along the way. Hoping for your kind consideration and understanding. And also this story contains mature content, including explicit, foul, and suggestive language. Credits to Pinterest for the photo and quotes 💕
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