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More like a warm hand resting patiently on my back. At first, I barely noticed it—a distant melody slipping through the noise inside my head. But little by little, I recognized the notes. «Sirens.» The song my mom used to sing in the kitchen when I was little. The one she hummed while washing dishes or folding clothes, convinced music could fix any bad day. Dad had played it from his phone—I learned later—and let it loop. He didn’t speak. He didn’t demand anything. The sound slipped through the cracks of the cabinet—soft, steady, untouched by urgency—and something in my chest gave way.

Theo~ The problem wasn’t that everything was happening at once. It was that nothing felt separate anymore. I kept trying to shove things into boxes. Hockey. Practice. My own fucked up head. But every time I turned around, another thread slipped loose and tangled with the rest. I woke up to Melody already sitting on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, phone glowing in her hands. She stared at the screen like it held answers to questions she hadn’t asked out loud yet. When something buzzed, her face softened. A tiny smile. Then she caught me watching and killed it fast.

Baylee felt cold slide under her ribs. Clean meant Moon. Rot meant Hollow King. This was neither. Melody licked her lips. Swallowed. “Melissa,” she said. “You said you’ve been dreaming weird. Tell me again.” Melissa let out a tired, humorless laugh. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, sweetheart. All my dreams are weird now.” “The place,” Melody said. “You said it’s like here, but not.” Melissa’s eyes unfocused. “Mm,” she hummed softly. “Yeah.”

Fiona's laughter echoed in Melody's ears, proving once again how adept she was at tormenting her. Even on her knees, Melody refused to let Fiona get the best of her. She grabbed her own knees and looked up at Fiona with a defiant smile. "Ha-ha, you're such a villain to the end, aren't you? It suits you. But you know what? No matter what you do, you can't steal the beautiful and happy life my best friend has," Melody retorted boldly, making Fiona even angrier.

My eyes wandered to the window, the moonlight pouring in like a vow. Melody belonged to me. And I wasn't going to let her go. Not to Jay. Not to anyone.

Music became the language through which I could convey my deepest joys and sorrows. So I will be playing the melody of Dandelions by Ruth B. My fingers trembled with anticipation as I pressed the first key, producing a sound that seemed foreign and discordant. It was clear that my touch was not enough to produce the harmonious melodies I had envisioned. Undeterred, I continued to press each key, determined to improve the synchronicity of the notes and create a beautiful composition.

“That sounds good. By any chance, do you have a girlfriend. I don’t want to start off with a girl hating me.” “Where did the word Nerd go to in our conversation?” They both chuckle as Melody heads off to the piano. This time she plays one of her mother’s favorite songs. It is called ‘Lean on Me’. She starts to sing as she plays, she loves this song so much. ‘Sometimes in our lives, We all have pain, we all have sorrow, But if we are wise We know that there is always tomorrow. Lean on me when you’re not strong, And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.

Andy A melodic sound filtered through to my dream, urging me to wake up. The melody played on a loop, like it was an alarm of some sort but it couldn't be coming from my clock radio, it wasn't blasting an airhorn that shocks the body into waking up, no, this was as if fairies were playing chimes and a harp, a beautiful, symphony that slowly lifts you from slumber.

I heard her say shamelessly. "You drugged me, Melody?" I yelled at her, my voice laced with anger. "Hmph! That is the cover you want to hide behind, after worshipping my body, like it was your god," Melody said, shamelessly. "You are not my first, but you are my best," she said, her eyes looking very seductive. "No one had ever fvck me, the way you did," she whispered into my ears.

Melody’s POV At the moment I am in the middle of one of my concerts, doing what I love performing for my adoring fans. Having the time of my life! Enjoying the thrill of performing for my fans and feeding off of their energy. I am singing my last song for tonight. I gotta end this concert on a high note! Smiling widely at the roaring crowd cheering me on, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before beginning the song. Then I slowly raise the mike in my left hand towards my face and start singing with my eyes still closed. Getting lost in the song as I do so.