Morgan remained silent, his face a mixture of emotions that Melody couldn't quite interpret. She wished at the time that her words had resonated with him, that they had sown the seed of reflection in his stony soul. But whether or not he grasped the seriousness of what she was saying was something only time could reveal.
"Is it about a man?" He asked in a tone that she might have called disgruntled if it had come from someone else. She laughed again and told herself she couldn't hear the edge in it, that he was so close to a bittersweet truth she didn't want to face.
Yes. It was about a man. Right in front of her. She had known all along that Morgan had taken for granted every passionate and intimate moment they had shared together. The realization settled in her chest like a heavy weight, a mix of anger and sadness intertwining within her.
