Page 59 of On The Edge
It only seems fair.
I’ve caused so much pain, I should feel the weight of this.
“She still loves you,” Kai says, offering me a lifeline. His words echoing in the air between us.
“What?” I whisper through my unshed tears.
“Earlier, you comforted her and she let you,” he notes. “I watched you through the window. She still cares. She wants…” He cuts himself off.
“What does she want?”
“You’ll have to earn that trust and ask her.” He shrugs.
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. Kai gives me a sad, tight-lipped expression, a supportive slap on the shoulder, and he walks out too.
He’s right.
I can turn this around. I can make amends. I will beg for forgiveness, and do whatever it takes to bring Melody back into our lives. Into my life.
Because if I’m being honest, even when I was so fucking angry at her I didn’t know what to do with myself, I loved her. Just as I love her now.
FIFTEEN
Adam stompedoff and clearly went straight to the gym.
His heavy metal music plays over the speakers at a deafening level. It was good thinking on Reis' part to soundproof this whole floor. We’d have been complained about for sure by now. The heavythudsof his fists hitting the punching bag are audible from out here.
I know how hard it’s been on him, all of this. I think we all lusted after Melody from the moment we met her, but Adam… Adamknewhe loved her from that first moment. He was a shy, skinny kid, so full of emotions and care, that he tried to show her how he felt as much as he could without ever actually saying the words.
Leaving was hard for him. It was hard for all of us, but for Adam, he’s a sensitive soul, and it took him a long time to be okay. He found solace in tattoos, piercings, boxing, and drumming. Not us though. At least, not like before. He’s been different since we left, and now that she’s back, I’m pretty sure it was because he left a piece of his soul behind that day.
It doesn’t surprise me that he went straight to the punching bag. It’ll be a while before he’s done, and we learned long ago that it’s best to leave him alone while he’s in this kind of mood.
Climbing the stairs to the penthouse, I take them two at a time to get to Melody.
I need to see her. I need to see that she’s okay. I need to know she’s here.
I push the front door open and call out, “Melody!”
Silence.
No. She can’t have…
Running through the penthouse, I search everywhere for her, making my way through the house as quickly as I can.
“Songbird! Melody!” I call, opening door after door. Until I reach my bedroom door and tear it open.
And I’m greeted with the most beautiful sight ever gifted to me.
Melody, strewn across my bed, with one of her bare legs hitched up under her, wearing one of our shirts–Adam’s by the look of it–fast asleep. Her face is scrubbed clean of the makeup she hadn’t had a chance to take off yesterday. With her beautiful black hair brushed and braided as pieces curl softly around her face. She looks so innocent, so peaceful, so serene.
A snore rips through her loud enough to wake the dead. I’m so surprised, I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
Such an angelic picture, but her snoring brings a beautiful reality to it.
My Melody.
Gently sitting on the edge of the bed, I ache to touch her. I probably shouldn’t… she needs to sleep. But I can’t help it.
