Echoes of Melody

This is not one of those conventional love stories.

It’s not one where the guy has a six-pack and all the girls drool over him and want to have his babies.

I know this because I’m the guy and I’m pretty unimpressive as far as guys go. I don’t even have a one-pack.

This isn’t a story where the girl is a perfect female specimen who blushes and bites her lip and wants to make your life better.

Nope. The girl is pretty freaking messed up. Also, she has an unhealthy attachment to a pink umbrella.

But look who’s talking. I’m just as messed up as she is.

Together, we make one screwed up couple. We’re trying to help each other through our various issues, but most of the time we just end up arguing or making out.

I told you we were screwed up.

To be honest, I’ll be lucky if I don’t kill her by the time I’m done telling you this story.