Edri Ekmekçiu

Some hearts never stop singing the same song.
Audrey doesn’t believe in fairytales—especially not the kind where a long-lost pen pal grows up to become a rockstar... and forgets her.

Years later, she’s grounded, thriving in a promising career, and guarding a heart that’s learned not to hope. But when fate throws Drew—now a global sensation and the ghost of her teenage years—back into her life as her new neighbor, everything she thought she'd buried begins to rise.

He’s still magnetic. Still infuriating.
Still the boy who used to call her after every show.

And he remembers everything.

What begins as a cautious reconnection spirals into a slow-burning storm of music, memories, and feelings they never quite had the courage to explore. But Drew’s past is darker than she imagined, and Audrey’s walls are higher than ever.

Can a rockstar with a broken rhythm and a girl who learned to dance alone find harmony again?

Or is it all just… make believe?

Warnings
-The story has mature contents, language, addiction.

Make-believe with my Rockstar

I can hear Rob’s voice. Why can I hear Rob’s voice? 


My eyes try to blink open but the lights above slice into my skull like razors. My head pounds—no, screams. I squint, confused and aching, and try to move. 


“He’s waking up,” comes Audrey’s voice, barely above a whisper. 


My vision clears in fragments. The ceiling. Cold white. Then faces. Familiar. Tense. Angry. Concerned. 


“You lived another day,” my manager says flatly. Not exactly the greeting I hoped for. 


“Where am I?” My voice scrapes like gravel. 


Audrey comes into view. Her jaw is tight, her arms crossed. Behind her—Rob. That’s why I heard his voice. Fuck. 


“How are you feeling, kid?” Rob asks, his tone ice cold. No trace of comfort, just restrained fury. 


“Good.” Audrey spits the word like venom and storms out of the room. 


Shit. She’s beyond pissed. That one-word goodbye carves deeper than any scream. 


Chapter 17