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

Morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft lines across the bed, but it doesn’t soften the ache pulsing through my skin. Every muscle feels sore, like I was stretched inside out—beyond what I thought possible. 


I lie still, eyes tracing the ceiling, surrounded by silence. 


Drew’s breathing is steady, peaceful—finally at rest after everything. His arm is draped tight around my waist like a vise. 


I try to shift, to sit up, but a sharp sting deep inside makes me wince. 


Suddenly, Drew snaps awake. His eyes fly open, dark and alert, like he’s been pulled straight out of a nightmare. 


He doesn’t say a word. Just stares. The weight of what happened hangs heavy in the space between us. 


I can feel the guilt and shame radiating off him—palpable even in the stillness. 


He reaches out slowly, brushing his fingers against mine like I might break. 


“I’m okay,” I say softly, trying to sound sure. “Just sore.” 


Chapter 42