Being on the opposite side of the argument they'd been having for months now was jarring. For once, she had the opportunity to allow things to just gloss over, to obscure whatever random details she'd rather they both forget, and move on. And, for a minute, Melody once again considered doing just that. She considered lying and saying there was nothing else worth remembering from that conversation.

Except, there was. Like how she admitted to being unsure of what romantic love felt like. Like how she intrepretted his advances after their last argument as seduction as opposed to his intention of trying to be a better husband. Everything said last night was the raw honest truth of what they were both feeling, and to refrain from telling him was just wrong.

And so she retold the night's events starting from the beginning. From the moment he knocked on her door to when they laid down together. Every detail, every piece of damning information came forth like an unstoppable hurricane of destruction. Melody paused only to breathe before continuing, her voice breaking more frequently towards the end.

When she finally finished, she reached for her glass of water and took a quick sip as she waited for his next question.

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