"What?" She asked him, pure confusion on her face. The tears she'd been fighting were falling freely with no move by her to wipe them away. 'What are you going to do?' What did that even mean? Melody had fully intended on retreating to her room, locking her door and sobbing, but that felt like a fair assumption given the circumstances. Why did he view her as some deranged woman that he had to fear her choices?

"I'm going to bed, if that's alright with you. And maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and have another day of half formed memories resurfacing to be confused by. What else do you expect me to do?" It wasn't as though she had anywhere she could go. A friend's, perhaps, but even that would be only for an afternoon at most. Melody could scarcely imagine being away from Eleanora for that long. "What kind of question is that?"

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