Melody blinked at him silently. Was this a test or a dare? Or some sort of trick designed to further degenerate their relationship? She ruined everything on her own, she knew it, but telling her to take the potion after disappearing for two fucking days wasn't helpful either. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, sighing heavily as she did. What a mess. What a bloody, disastrous mess.

"What do you want?" She asked steadily without moving. "We've established what I want, but what about you?" They both knew what he wanted above all else, but that wasn't an option anymore. Not without a carefully drawn up plan. Not without her death as a mentioned possibility. Melody wasn't certain of much anymore, but she was resolute in her will to live. Death wasn't an option, and neither was divorce.