October 1st, 1893 — Melody's Cottage, [place holder for town]
Reuben Crouch
Reuben Crouch
It had taken Melody the better part of an hour to stomach reading the note. At first, she rationalized her delay in opening it to having to get Nora's morning routine going. However, as the hour continued on and Nora sat in her chair happily eating breakfast, Melody realized how weak of an excuse it had been. Nora was content to sit with her food and milk without much interruption needed from her mother, and, while Melody was hardly the sort to have them sit in silence, there was plenty of time to open the note.
Still, she didn't touch it.
Ben's leaving after an emotional moment was so in character for him that Melody felt as though she ought to have expected to wake alone. Any time they'd argued or came to some kind of truce it was always broken by some other obligation taking precedence over her. Aldous needed him, he had to go duel over his sister's honor, Arthur had required his attention. The list was endless. That Ben left again shouldn't have upset her as it did, she shouldn't have been afraid to read the words this was a mistake or whatever other excuse Ben penned.
And perhaps his leaving wouldn't have bothered her so much if it meant that he hadn't also left Nora. It was only a few weeks ago that he was heartbroken over all the lost time they might've had. It was only a few weeks ago that they came within inches of losing their daughter permanently, and he had somehow decided to leave again. Perhaps if he had left without having kissed her, perhaps if she hadn't fallen asleep with the word stay echoing endlessly in her head, she wouldn't have been so infuriated by his leaving. After all, she was the understanding wife now; she could rationalize and understand why Ben couldn't share a space with her after her horrible mistake last winter.
But, he had asked her to pose the question. He had forced the vulnerability of being rejected to the surface and had heard her request, had promised her I'm here. And yet, Melody had woken up alone, his side of the bed already stone cold.
She was seated in the garden behind the house with Nora distracted by the late summer blooms when she finally worked up the courage to open the note. Three lines, that was all last night had bought her, about him needing space and to clear his head. Melody wandlessly incinerated the paper, watching numbly as it turned to ash in the wind. Ask me to stay. What a ridiculous lie.
She busied herself with her daughter after that, taking the girl into her arms as they explored the garden. This new home was meant to be one of peace and healing, a separation from the devastation their relationship so often brought. Somehow, in the aftermath of September she'd forgotten that, but today brought in a new month and she wouldn't forget again.
Still, she didn't touch it.
Ben's leaving after an emotional moment was so in character for him that Melody felt as though she ought to have expected to wake alone. Any time they'd argued or came to some kind of truce it was always broken by some other obligation taking precedence over her. Aldous needed him, he had to go duel over his sister's honor, Arthur had required his attention. The list was endless. That Ben left again shouldn't have upset her as it did, she shouldn't have been afraid to read the words this was a mistake or whatever other excuse Ben penned.
And perhaps his leaving wouldn't have bothered her so much if it meant that he hadn't also left Nora. It was only a few weeks ago that he was heartbroken over all the lost time they might've had. It was only a few weeks ago that they came within inches of losing their daughter permanently, and he had somehow decided to leave again. Perhaps if he had left without having kissed her, perhaps if she hadn't fallen asleep with the word stay echoing endlessly in her head, she wouldn't have been so infuriated by his leaving. After all, she was the understanding wife now; she could rationalize and understand why Ben couldn't share a space with her after her horrible mistake last winter.
But, he had asked her to pose the question. He had forced the vulnerability of being rejected to the surface and had heard her request, had promised her I'm here. And yet, Melody had woken up alone, his side of the bed already stone cold.
She was seated in the garden behind the house with Nora distracted by the late summer blooms when she finally worked up the courage to open the note. Three lines, that was all last night had bought her, about him needing space and to clear his head. Melody wandlessly incinerated the paper, watching numbly as it turned to ash in the wind. Ask me to stay. What a ridiculous lie.
She busied herself with her daughter after that, taking the girl into her arms as they explored the garden. This new home was meant to be one of peace and healing, a separation from the devastation their relationship so often brought. Somehow, in the aftermath of September she'd forgotten that, but today brought in a new month and she wouldn't forget again.