I do not own the characters. Just the plot.

This is hugely different from the original story that I wrote for Melody of the Heart. I was supposed to involve gangs and violence, but once I revisited this, I knew that it had to be different, while still sad this is more about internal struggle and loss.

I hope you will like the changes if you were a fan of the original, and if you are new, I hope that you enjoy Melody of the Heart Chapter 7!

Will

I jolt awake,

'Was that a dream? Did I really walk away from that Angel? Gods I must be stupid, his face was so red and perfect, how could I just have left? I have never had that kind of control before, I just want to bruise his lips. He is so pretty, with his rosy cheeks and obsidian eyes.

Gods I was so cheesy saying I wanted to write a song about him, what is wrong with me?!

How can I already be obsessed with somebody that I have only spent an evening with? There is just something about him, it makes me want to open myself up completely and lay it before him on the ground.

But there is a secret that I can sense around him, something that is a big deal, I just don't know what it is.

Could I ask him without him getting upset?'

Before I can talk myself into an existential crisis, I look over at my phone. It is ten o'clock, I have four missed calls from my agent, twelve texts from Lou, and a text from Nico. I rush to open his text, feeling excitement wake up my tired brain. It reads,

"I had a wonderful time, hope to do it again soon. I hope you got home safe."

'Gods, he is so sweet! What should I respond with?'

I think back to the conversation we had at the café, 'oh yeah, we talked about music, I know I mentioned Melodia'.

Quickly I look up Melodia's song "Escape", it is one of my favorites and I think that it will empress Nico. I send him the mp3 file, with a text that said,

"I had an amazing time last night too! Here is a song that I think you would enjoy!"

Clicking sends I patiently wait for his response, as I check my other messages.

Nico

I am so tired, but it was so worth it to spend last night with Will. Watching him walk away was hard, I just wanted to talk and look at him all night long. I am taken out of my train of thought as my phone rings. I am too late to answer it, but I see that it is Hazel, I actually have 5 missed calls from Hazel. It rings again and I answer it.

"What Hazel?"

"Nico di Angelo! Why didn't you tell me you were going on a date?!"

Oh great, Jason told her.

"Because I do not have to tell you every detail of my life. I didn't know you were dating Frank until Leo told me."

I can hear her gasp into the phone,

"For the last time, I and Frank are not officially dating! And I wouldn't have told you in fear that you would kill him!"

Okay, that is actually kind of fair, when they do start dating, I am going to have to give Frank the 'if you hurt her, I will bury you talk'. Which would work out fine because I think he is already scared of me.

"That's beside the point, little sister. I was planning on telling you after I knew it was going to become a real thing."

"Whatever Neeks! Anyway, who was it with? I bet it was Will! Am I right?! You guys would be so cute together!"

"Yes, Hazel it was with Will. How do you know him anyway?"

I hope she just knows him as a customer and there isn't any weird history between him and any of our friends.

"Oh, umm how about you ask him that. I am not in the mood to have you mad at me. Anyway, I have to get back to work Luv you 3!"

'…wait what does she mean it would make me mad? How the hades do they know each other?'

My phone dings, I look back down at it, Will replied! I quickly open the message, to see a music file. I click on it hoping it is some of Will's work, but I have a feeling that I will know this song already.

It starts playing 'Escape', pain strikes through my chest and I instantly turn it off. I cannot listen to my own songs, especially that one, it hurts too much.

I get out of bed, old memories resurfacing from where they had been tucked away. I feel the grief shift and settle firmly on my shoulders. She is firmly rooted in my brain again how could I have neglected her memory.

I can handle this grief; I have to get past it eventually.

This is so different, yet I feel sadder than the original. If you have ever read any of my stories you will know that they are depressing.

Though I am hoping I can make this one has a happy ending!

With love,

HerosHeart