Deep down, Melody knew two years ago that their relationship would never become anything more than flirting at parties and sometimes through letters. That belief was streghtened a year ago when he returned home from Canada and the silence continued. Now, Melody could scarcely believe she ever held out hope for them. He might've missed how they used to talk, but that was only because she was his missed opportunity.

Her father. Even in his crude depiction of a fairytale life Melody still wasn't featured. "One day, you're going to be alone with no inkling of how you got there." She spat. His looks would leave him. His charming smile would rot and scare even the most horrid looking woman. He would be lucky to flirt with a toad nevermind a lady. "And you'll deserve it." Melody added.

If only she could throw her drink in his face without causing a total spectacle.

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