Chapter 1: i would marry music if i could.

Her face resembling one of a kicked puppy laced with remorse of hate. Through her eyes,you could see the tortured and emotionless soul forced into existence with no cure of the hurt inside.
"I'm sorry" she emotionlessly replied prior to shoving me out of her way passive aggressively.
I felt bad,to say the least. Though her thoughts were no where near readable to the same with emotions,the pain in that soul was visible igniting only my persistent curiosity and desire to know the story....

This is a story of one,a tortured soul through facing help. A soulmate au if that would be more precise. The beauty of color remains unseen until the kiss of your 'soulmate'. Cliche;maybe but the story line made up uniquely. Thanks for reading.