She was a drug that once ran into his veins, making him an addict.
He didn’t need a cure he knew he was beyond salvation.
He just needed her...
He is an artist and She was his Muse
His source for inspiration. Music just came to him in her presence.
He couldn't do without her.
He cut off her wings, in fear of her escape.
"Being your muse I forgot that I am an artist too."
This novel is on hold while I am writing my other novels.
It will resume after a few months.
The story is coming soon
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