"You asked me to stay with you," Melody answered just as bluntly with a small shrug. "Towards the end of the argument you started explaining more of what you were feeling — like how you hate that I wrote to him and that you thought, at least in that moment, that you weren't good enough for me." She placed her glass down on the counter as she spoke and looked up towards him.

"I took the bottle away from you and climbed onto your lap so you'd actually hear me. At the time I had hoped you would remember it in the morning, obviously. But that doesn't matter as much now." Melody was rambling and she knew it, but she also had no way to stop it. "I told you that you were the only man I ever wanted to marry, that you were good enough, and that we just need to work through this."

Pausing finally for a brief second, Melody wondered if he would permit her to be closer. However, judging by how irate he already was she didn't dare try. Instead, she pressed on much softer but no less sincere. "I want you — I've only ever wanted you. We just ... we need to actually talk to one another and not just pretend that everything is fine."

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