Adam runs his thumb down the strings of his black Yamaha acoustic guitar, thinking back to how his best friend had been the one that could actually play, not him. He sighs; when Melody isn’t here things become a bit dull and depressing. Dropping the guitar on the tiled flooring next to the couch, he stands up. He doesn’t really know why he has the guitar in the first place, or how he got it, he has always made sure to stay clear of anything that could trigger the memory of his once best friend whom he refuses to remember the name of. It’s because of him that Adam is here.
Sure he may have over reacted to the news that his friend had been there the day Adam’s mother died, and that he might have been the reason, but it was his friend’s own fault for not stopping him.
Adam’s socks make a soft patting noise as he walks through the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. He catches his reflection on the stainless steel door. He smiles at himself, he isn’t too hard on the eyes with his dark brown hair that makes his already sun kissed skin look darker while it makes his blue eyes even more intense, so he has never been unpopular with girls. Even before the curse he had this magnet attached to his face that sucked in any woman with the slightest hint of flirtation lying under her skin. But Melody is different from all of them. Yes, she’s fallen under the spell his gaze casts on her, but she truly enjoys her visits with him. He hopes he doesn’t have to treat her the way he has with the rest of the women, but if she ever tries to leave him he will have no choice but to.