"No, no. Ben, please. That isn't what I meant." Melody insisted, reaching across the bed to try and hold his hand again. They hadn't even made it twelve hours without everything dissolving again. How were they to survive a lifetime?

"We both have said things we haven't meant. Okay? I didn't mean to make you think I was upset." She couldn't think of how to explain last night now without making everything all the worse, but they had to talk about it. Just as they had to discuss every other conflict they'd had, or at least the major ones. "You were emotional last night, you said that we hate one another and that you're not good enough for me. It was an emptional conversation and one we really need to have sober. Okay?"

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