I've fallen,now what? (A Matteo Bocelli Story part 2)
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  • Reads 1,581
  • Votes 31
  • Parts 30
  • Time 2h 16m
Complete, First published Jan 21, 2021
Mature
Hi guys, I'm Rosalyn. The past year has been a roller coaster ride. From me just being a girl from a small town to being in a video with Andrea and Matteo Bocelli. From a family member being kidnapped to falling in love and then breaking up with someone you love,to finding someone new,but who knew the same trauma before will follow you into another year?

* I do not own any photos in this story
 Prequel to this story is Fall on me: A Matteo Bocelli story) I hope you enjoy.
 Both stories were written by me and I came up with the scenes.
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Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)