Try as she might, Melody had yet to forget Ben's true desire when it came to them. He didn't hope or yearn for reconciliation. He didn't one day think they might be friends in the least. He wanted out — to be rid of her and her impulsive decisions. If someone could find her a potion to reverse time Ben would be the first to shove it down her throat. And yet, he was the one insistent upon just...accepting these consequences. Ben was the driving factor behind their lovesick act, after all. Left to her own devices, Melody might have confessed to her sins at the first opportunity.

She fidgeted aimlessly with a loose thread in the blanket. The ache of knowing he didn't and had never loved her didn't hurt as much anymore, but the idea of living like this for the rest of her life stung like a fresh slap to the face. "Okay." Melody said quietly, because again, what else was there? He knew where she stood — and even if he hadn't before tonight he could certainly infer her thoughts through her questions.