Ben’s mind hadn’t stopped churning since he’d come to terms with this new reality. How was he going to fix this? Because just waiting until she eventually realized she could no longer endure the misery of a life married to him couldn’t possibly be the best option. Merlin, what had he been thinking, agreeing to elope without so much as a second thought? He hadn’t been thinking, that was clear.
But that wasn’t like him. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t thought about all of this stuff before. He’d even brought it up to Melody, when she’d originally broached the idea of marrying him, back in — August, was it? So it wasn’t as though he’d needed to really think this through at all — he just had to not forget literally everything. Just hang on to one bit of sense or logic, and he hadn’t. The panic, he supposed, had been too much for the both of them.
Except that didn’t make sense, either. For Melody, maybe — she was a proper girl and her family had a tendency to overreact where her virtue was concerned, so this sort of thinking made sense coming from her. Ben, on the other hand, had been caught in far worse predicaments, and he had always survived. He could have kept a level head about him last night and nothing dire would have happened. Maybe Canada, again, but he could manage that if it was the only option that allowed Melody a chance at repairing things with her family or her fiance. Of claiming the life (and lifestyle) she deserved.
There was no reason in the world he could think of why he should have gone along with her suggestion of eloping, Ben thought to himself. At first this was just another way of beating himself up for poor decision-making, until something occurred to him. He’d just gone along with something that Melody had suggested...
But that wasn’t possible. She wouldn’t do that to him. She wouldn’t even do that to her hated would-be husband. He remembered how she’d reacted when he’d given her the potion on the rooftop — she’d called it poison.
But she had taken it, after all. At his insistence. So she’d had the means, and — and he didn’t distinctly remember her doing anything with any of his drinks, but he certainly had
been drinking, so she had the opportunity .
He still didn’t really believe it, so he was hesitant to sound like he was accusing her of anything. There was still a large chance that this was all his stupid fault, for having made a bad decision when he’d been drunk and still groggy in the aftermath of sex he shouldn’t have been having in a closet and faced with a sudden panic-inducing incident. That was well within the realm of possibility, but… he needed to put this needling doubt to rest, somehow.
“Can we… talk about last night?” he asked gingerly, not sure how to broach the topic.
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But that wasn’t like him. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t thought about all of this stuff before. He’d even brought it up to Melody, when she’d originally broached the idea of marrying him, back in — August, was it? So it wasn’t as though he’d needed to really think this through at all — he just had to not forget literally everything. Just hang on to one bit of sense or logic, and he hadn’t. The panic, he supposed, had been too much for the both of them.
Except that didn’t make sense, either. For Melody, maybe — she was a proper girl and her family had a tendency to overreact where her virtue was concerned, so this sort of thinking made sense coming from her. Ben, on the other hand, had been caught in far worse predicaments, and he had always survived. He could have kept a level head about him last night and nothing dire would have happened. Maybe Canada, again, but he could manage that if it was the only option that allowed Melody a chance at repairing things with her family or her fiance. Of claiming the life (and lifestyle) she deserved.
There was no reason in the world he could think of why he should have gone along with her suggestion of eloping, Ben thought to himself. At first this was just another way of beating himself up for poor decision-making, until something occurred to him. He’d just gone along with something that Melody had suggested...
But that wasn’t possible. She wouldn’t do that to him. She wouldn’t even do that to her hated would-be husband. He remembered how she’d reacted when he’d given her the potion on the rooftop — she’d called it poison.
But she had taken it, after all. At his insistence. So she’d had the means, and — and he didn’t distinctly remember her doing anything with any of his drinks, but he certainly had
been drinking, so she had the opportunity .
He still didn’t really believe it, so he was hesitant to sound like he was accusing her of anything. There was still a large chance that this was all his stupid fault, for having made a bad decision when he’d been drunk and still groggy in the aftermath of sex he shouldn’t have been having in a closet and faced with a sudden panic-inducing incident. That was well within the realm of possibility, but… he needed to put this needling doubt to rest, somehow.
“Can we… talk about last night?” he asked gingerly, not sure how to broach the topic.
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