Melody's p.o.v.
Sobbing hard, she sings with a broken heart. Everything she touches turns to gold, but she might
not make it to old age. The world is her stage, but nobody except for me notices her halo and
wings.

Melody's p.o.v.
Sobbing hard, she sings with a broken heart. Everything she touches turns to gold, but she might
not make it to old age. The world is her stage, but nobody except for me notices her halo and
wings.
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