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Melody hadn’t seen him in a couple of years. Liam. The name she still couldn’t quite say without that little sound in her voice that betrayed her. He was the only one she’d ever loved, not letting herself even consider that possibility with someone else, not when she knew he was her soul mate. It was cheesy, but true. Even now, she knew one little word from him, and she’d melt into him, obey him, be his completely. He always had an affect on her. He was her first boyfriend, her Master, her love. She knew she’d fucked up royally, but never knew how to make it right, how to fix it.
A mutual friend told her that he lived in the city now, that he was engaged. Her stomach was in knots. That couldn’t be happening. It was one thing to be apart, but she always thought it was temporary. She’d already had half a bottle of whiskey, not that it was enough to get her drunk. It was simply enough to pour white hot courage into her veins.
Text: It’s been a long time. Text: I still miss you, still feel the same. Several shots of tequila followed that, unsure she should’ve sent that last message. Even now, she couldn’t help using some form of title with him, especially when she still felt badly for cheating on him, for misbehaving.
Text: I heard you’re in town, and -- engaged or somethin’. I thought we could talk. Please, Sir? Text: Maybe you could come over? Or I could meet ya, if you prefer. She sends her address, lighting a cigarette, and hoping that he’ll actually show up - or tell her to meet him somewhere - something, anything. She just had to know if it was true, if he was over her.
