His sweet Melody
Present day – July 2013
"Dude, how long has it been since your sorry ass has been dumped?" His best friend complained. "Two months? It's time to get back in the game man."
Christian shot Philip a death glare, one his friend had been on the receiving end of many times these past two months and then continued to turn his attention to his television screen. His fingers flew over the buttons of the controller in his hand.
Christian ignored him and instead tried to kill off as many zombies as possible. His fingertips had started to hurt after a couple of hours of playing.
Damn it! He let out a growl as his character got injured. Stupid ambushers. The frustration in him grew and he punched down harder on the buttons, hoping that his controller would not turn into dust under his grip of death.
"Christian!" Philip shouted. Having enough of his friend pretending he wasn't in the room, Philip gripped the controller out of Christian's hands and hit the pause button. "Look at me."
Christian whipped his head towards Philip with a scowl. "If you are here only to nag at me then you'd better leave." He said in a low voice, trying to control the surge of anger that rippled through him.
"You have been moping around in your room for these past two months like a complete loser. I'm surprised you haven't turned into a hermit yet." Philip crossed his arms over his chest as he gave Christian a stern look. "I'm worried about you, man."
"I'm fine." He gritted. As fine as he could be, considering the circumstances.
"Is this really how you want to spend your summer holiday? Sulking around in your room, being angry at the world?" The blond said.
"Why do you even care?" Christian made a dash for his controller but Philip kept it out of his reach.
Philip shot him a look. "I'm your best friend. I have to care. It's my duty."
Christian snorted. "Then I will relieve you of your duties. Stop caring. Now give me my controller back. I have zombies to kill."
"No." Philip shook his head. "Not until you listen to me. Seriously, Christian. How long has it been? How long are you going to let this affect you? She broke up with you. It's her loss. But you cannot let her do this to you. You have a life."
"Do you hate her?" It was a question that had swum around in Christian's head these past few weeks when his best friend started to show the hostile behaviour towards his girlfriend. Well, his ex-girlfriend. Not that he had any say in it. Christian let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his charcoal-black hair.
Philip considered the question for a while and then shook his head. "Honestly? I want to hate her. For what she did to you, for making you feel like this. But it's difficult. I know she made you happy and I know that there isn't a mean bone in her – but that doesn't mean that I don't resent her for what she's doing to you."
Christian took in the words of his best friend. He knew that Philip had his back and he knew where his friend was coming from. Still, that didn't mean that he had to agree with him. Christian had no intention of moving on. In fact, he felt like he would never be able to forget her.
How many conversations had they had about her these past eight weeks? How many hours of the day did she fill his thoughts? How many times did her face pop up in his head? Sweet, kind Melody. Gorgeous, funny Melody. His Melody.
Thinking of her only made the gaping hole in his heart hurt more. It had been two months, three hours and forty six minutes ago since he'd last seen her face. Since he'd last heard her soft voice. He missed her so much. They were so good together – he knew that. He loved her, his sweet Melody and he knew that she felt the same way. But still, two months, three hours and forty eight minutes ago she had broken up with him. She had said goodbye after one year and three months of pure bliss. She took his heart with her and now all that was left was pain.
That one year and three months had been the best time of his entire eighteen-year-old existence.
He could still vividly remember the first glimpse that he ever got of her. It was at a park on a spring afternoon. She was running, desperately – trying to catch a tail of a kite that had been caught in a strong gust of wind. Her long chestnut coloured hair flowing around her. The image was stunning. It had gripped his heart from that first sight – he had known then that he wanted to get to know her.
Christian's gaze followed the white thin rope that was still being guided away by the wind. He sprinted towards it, his hand shooting forward to grasp it. As soon as he clutched the rope in his hand, something collided against him – hard. His breath got knocked out of him as he lost his balance and fell down against the grass with her on top of him. The girl immediately scrambled away from him, apologizing profusely.
"I'm so sorry!" She stared at him, horrified, her cheeks flushed. He wasn't sure whether it was from the chase or from embarrassment. Her hair had become mussed and there was a grass stain on her summer dress near her knees from the fall. "A-are you okay?" The worry was evident on her face and in her voice.
"I'm fine." Christian managed to grunt. He had managed to break his fall a bit, but it still hurt.
"You're bleeding!" She called out, shocked, as she pointed at his arm.
Christian stared down and twisted his left arm, a drop of blood tricked down from his elbow. He must've chaffed it against the ground when he broke the fall. "It's nothing." He hurried to say. His voice seemed to disappear as he stared at her distraught face. She was beautiful. Her cream coloured skin stood in contrast against her rich dark brown hair. Large brown eyes surrounded with full lashes frantically searched him as she bit her full pink lips in worry. He struggled to find his voice again.
"Come." She said as she grasped his uninjured arm with both hands.
"What?" He blinked in confusion as his heart started to beat faster at her touch.
Her brown eyes met his, "I have a small first-aid kit in my purse."
He let her soft hands guide him towards a bench that was occupied by a small kid who could be no older than four years old. He realized he was still clutching the rope of the kite and made a motion to hand it to her.
"Oh! You caught it! Thank you!" The young boy exclaimed happily. He took the rope from Christian and proceeded to tie it around a large rock.
"Be careful with it next time, Lucas." The girl gently chided him. Her voice seemed to shake a bit, but he wasn't quite sure if he heard it right. "We don't want any more incidents to happen."
"Aye, aye captain!" The boy saluted before turning back to his task.
"I am really sorry." The girl said as she retrieved a small red pouch from her purse. She flinched as she took another look at his scrape.
Christian shook his head, "It's fine, really." He stared at her in fascination as she proceeded to clean the wound carefully with alcohol before she plastered a large band aid over it. "Thank you." He managed to choke out. Her scent, warm vanilla, seemed to mesmerize him.
She nodded, avoiding his gaze as she put her things back into her bag. He noticed how her fingers slightly trembled as she tugged at the zipper.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly as he put a hand over hers.
She stared down for a while before glancing up at him.
The sight before him almost broke his heart, "Hey, I'm fine. Totally, look." He demonstrated by bending his arm a couple of times. "Doesn't hurt." His elbow was slightly constricted by the band aid and the wound felt a little bit uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful.
The unshed tears in her eyes threatened to spill over as she continued to look at him. "It's still my fault." She whispered. "I should've looked out."
"It's cool. I was the one who got in your way trying to catch the kite." Christian said as his heart constricted. "So actually this was all my doing."
She shook her head. "I'm still sorry. But thank you for bringing back the kite. It belongs to my younger brother Lucas."
Christian glanced at the young boy who was still busy knotting up the kite to the piece of rock. The knot was huge. "Cute kid." The look of concentration on his face was quite adorable.
That earned a smile from her.
He stared in awe at the sight of it. He blinked a couple of times before he was able to function again. "I'm Christian." He said as he thrust out his hand.
"Melody." She said as she grasped his hand.
Christian marvelled at the way her warm slender hand felt in his. It felt right. "Do you live around here?" The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Crap. That sounded totally stalkerish.
She stared at him with wide eyes as her mouth formed a small 'o'.
"I'm sorry." Christian said as he raked his free hand through his black hair. "That came out totally wrong. I just meant, uh…," He had no idea how to save himself out of this. To his surprise, she gave him a smile.
"I just moved here. The house is pretty near the park, so that's nice. Means I won't get lost." She smiled and released his hand. She toyed with the zipper on her bag, "What about you?"
"Lived here all my life. It's an okay town – nothing really extraordinary about it. What school are you going to?"
A small frown formed on her face, "I thought there was only one high school in this town?"
Right. "Stupid question." Christian grinned bashfully. "You're right, I don't know what I was thinking. What grade are you in?"
She laughed softly as she stared into his dark blue eyes with her warm brown ones that lit up. "I'm going to be a junior."
Excitement shot through him and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips, "Me too!" He couldn't believe it. This gorgeous girl was going to be in his class.
"Really?" Relief seemed to wash through her as she held his gaze. "I'm glad that I at least know one person then."
Christian understood. "It can be tough being the new kid. You're lucky you bulldozed through me today."
"Please don't say that!" She said horrified. "I still feel bad about it."
Christian laughed. "I'm fine. Honestly."
"Melody?" Lucas called out to his sister.
She turned her head to face him, "What is it?"
"Can we get the ice cream you promised now?" Lucas straightened from his squat and held his hands behind his back, a look of anticipation on his face.
"Oh, yes, of course." Melody nodded resolutely. "I did promise that, didn't I?" She gently bit on her lip before turning to Christian with a sheepish smile on her face.
Christian raised one of his eyebrows.
Melody placed one hand to the side of her mouth and whispered, "Do you know any ice cream parlours around here? I promised Lucas some when he was feeling a bit down today, but it's a new neighbourhood so... I don't really know my way around here. Plus, my sense of direction is absolutely horrid." Her cheeks seemed to redden as she continued to stare into his dark blue eyes. "I'm really sorry, I injured you and now I'm asking you for a favour."
Feigning exasperation, Christian shook his head sombrely. "You know what Melody? If you can forget about the practically non-existent injury, which was more my fault than yours, I'll be happy to accompany you and your brother to the local ice cream parlour." He gave her a wink, "Heck, I'll even throw in a little tour of the town."
Melody seemed torn on whether to take him upon his offer.
Christian moved his arm again, "Everything still works."
"If you're sure…," she trailed off, searching his face with her eyes that still hinted at concern.
"Wonderful!" Christian grinned as he got up from the bench. He held out his hand for her.
Melody stared at his hand a couple of seconds before accepting it. "Thank you, Christian." She gave him a smile.
He loved the way she said his name and his heart did a little flip when she took his hand. He wanted to get to know Melody better.
"But you know I'm going to feel even more awful when your wound gets infected and your arm has to be amputated." She gave his hand a little squeeze.
Christian threw his head back and laughed. Yes, he definitely wanted to get to know Melody better.
Present day July 2013
"Christian!" Philip called out as he barged into his friend's room.
Christian glanced towards the door from where he was lying on his bed. "Why are you being so chipper?" He had a feeling whatever Philip had to say would not bode well with him.
Philip plopped down on the desk chair and swirled towards his friend, "Do you remember my cousin Jeremy? He set up a double date for us. The girls are from a neighbouring town."
Christian glared at his friend, "I thought I said-,"
"I know what you said. But you have to get out of the house. Your parents are worried about you man."
"And a date is supposedly going to fix that? I don't think so." Christian scowled. He had a feeling that a date with a girl he wasn't interested in was going to make him feel even shittier.
"I'm making an effort here, man." Philip said exasperatedly. "You never leave the house anymore and when's the last time you've seen any of your other friends?"
Christian shrugged, still lying on his bed, "Did you forget? Everyone's on holiday. Besides, this was our last year – it's natural that the group's drifting apart."
"Which is why it is a good thing that you're going out there to meet new people." Philip reasoned. "You need to let her go."
Christian felt his jaw tense and resisted to clench his hands into fists. "I don't want to let her go." He bit out.
Philip regarded his friend for a while. "Okay. I promise you, I'll back off if you just go on this date with me." Philip held out his hands in front of him, "I swear. I won't even nag on you about her anymore."
Christian contemplated the words that were coming out of his friend's mouth. "You swear that you're going to back off on me about Melody?"
Philip nodded resolutely. "You have my word."
"Fine." Christian gritted, pulling himself upwards. "When is it?"
"In half an hour."
Christian shook his head. "You were quite confident that I would agree to this thing." He really wasn't looking forward to this, but if it would make Philip shut up about Melody, he would do it.
Philip shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips, "I figured if you had more lead time, you would find a way to bail."
Right. "Okay. Let's go. Where is it?"
"The small diner at the town square." Philip said as he got to his feet. "You're going to wear that?"
Christian stared down at his outfit which consisted of a pair of faded jeans and his hoodie. The hoodie had been a gift from Melody. He liked wearing it – he liked having something with her touch. "This is fine."
Philip rolled his eyes, "Whatever. We've got to get a move on anyways." He ushered his friend out of the room and shut the door behind him. "You're not even going to run a brush through your hair?"
Christian's feet felt like lead as he forced himself to walk up towards the small diner. It wasn't that crowded today.
"Jeremy described the girls to me beforehand. One of them has blonde curly hair and the other is a brunette. Seeing as there are mostly families in there right now, they should be easy to recognize." He pushed the door open.
Philip's eyes lit up in recognition and he approached a table that was occupied by two girls their age.
Christian felt the blood drain out of his face as he stared at the brunette. Was this some sick joke the universe was playing on him?
"Hi! You guys must be Philip and Christian right?" The blond girl greeted them cheerily.
Christian could feel Philip freeze beside him. So he had noticed too.
"Aren't you guys going to sit?" The brunette asked them.
"Oh, right. Of course." Philip murmured, flashing them a smile. "Christian." He urged quietly.
Christian forced himself to sit down, still feeling rigid.
"I'm Anne." The blond girl introduced herself. "To be honest we've been kind of worried meeting up with you guys, but since Jeremy was a good friend, we thought why not?"
"I'm Harmony." The brunette gave them a friendly smile before extending her hand.
This was surreal. The girl sitting across from him resembled Melody so much, he thought he was going crazy. Her hair colour wasn't as rich as Melody's and her eyes were more of a hazel than a warm chocolate brown. He was sitting across a girl that reminded him so much of Melody, but it hurt a thousand times more because it wasn't her. Philip elbowed him lightly in the side and Christian remembered to take her hand. She had cold hands, a contrast to Melody's warm touch. Shit. How was he going to get through this? "Christian." He choked out his name.
"Nice to meet you." Harmony smiled.
Dinner was going at an aggravatingly slow pace. Christian couldn't seem to force himself to small talk. He couldn't even look at Harmony when Melody was filling his every thought.
After half an hour the girls excused themselves for a trip to the girls' room.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Christian exploded the second the girls were out of sight.
Philip gave him a stricken look. "I'm sorry – I didn't know what she looked like. Shit that was creepy. They looked so alike."
Everything about her reminded him of Melody – but she wasn't Melody. She never would be.
"You don't think she has a sister or something that we don't know about right?"
"Of course not." Christian frowned at him. "Look, I have to go. Will you tell her I'm sorry?" He felt rude for leaving so suddenly, but Christian knew he couldn't get through this dinner. He had to get out of here this second.
Philip nodded in understanding. "Christian, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. I know you still love Melody. I just thought that if you started seeing other girls again it would help you. I was wrong. Quite obviously."
"I know you were only looking out for me." Christian said as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. "Thank you."
"Go." Philip said motioning to the exit with his head.
Christian stalked out of the restaurant, all the pain and confusion had started to take a toll on him. He was feeling exhausted. The date was an absolute disaster. Everything about that Harmony girl reminded him of Melody. His Melody. It made him miss her even more. He was still upset and confused and perhaps even angry at Melody. It had blindsided him. She had totally blindsided him on the last day of school. The day before summer break. They were standing in front of her locker. All day he had noticed there was something off about her. She had lost that spark in her eyes. And her smile, god that sweet smile of hers looked so pained that day, it had haunted him for weeks after. It still haunted him.
He tried talking to her, reasoning to her that day – but that was truly the last time he had seen her. His calls were left unanswered and whenever he tried to visit her at her house, nobody seemed to be in. It was discomforting. It almost seemed like she had just dropped off of the earth. It scared him to think of the possibility that he would never be able to see her again.
Before he knew it he was back at the place where it all began. The park. When was the last time he had been here? A lifetime ago, it seemed.
Christian sought out the bench where Melody had tended to his wound. He froze when his eyes landed on the back of the bench. It was being occupied. The backside of the person so painfully familiar that it gripped at his heart. It couldn't be…
"Melody?" His voice was raw, full of emotion.
Her head lifted and she turned towards him. "Christian." She was stunned.
The sight of her hurt him more than he could imagine. She was crying. Her face tear-stricken, her eyes red. "What's wrong?" He tentatively sat down next to her. Afraid of touching her, afraid of scaring her away. Afraid of disrupting this dream. She was back.
Melody shook her head and looked down, her sobs only increasing.
Christian didn't know what to do. "Sweetheart, please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong."
"Sweetheart?" She hiccupped, her voice full of pain, "How can you call me that? After what I've done? After all the hurt I've caused us?"
Christian would give anything, anything in the world to be able to hold her. Her tears were like daggers to his heart. Melody, his Melody should be smiling. She shouldn't be in pain. "Melody…," the words died in his mouth. What could he say?
"You can ask me." She said as her sobs lessened. "I know you want to know. You deserve to know."
"Why did you break up with me?" Christian couldn't understand it. From what he was seeing, Melody was hurting just as much as he was. Why would she end things if it only brought her pain?
She took a few shaky breaths before looking into his dark blue eyes. He knew what she would see, his eyes revealed everything that he was feeling: pain, confusion, hope and love.
Melody closed her eyes as the words slowly left her, "My grandmother got sick at the start of the year. Her sickness became worse as the months passed. My parents, they wanted to be near her so that they could help. They… they let me finish my senior year here, but after that we had to move. They told me on the last day of school. Today's my last day here, we came to pick up the last of the stuff for the move." Her words came out like a soft whisper, "I didn't want to constrict you, Christian. We're going to different colleges and with the move…We would be so far apart from each other…,"
"Constrict me?" Confusion swept over him.
"I didn't want you to be tied to me. I wanted you to be free."
Her words did not make sense to him. "Why would I want to be free? When did I ever give you that impression?" The look on her face was nearly unbearable for him. It hurt him too much.
"You could do so much better than me… why would you want to be stuck with me?" The self-doubt in her voice cut through him. "You, you are so wonderful. You make friends so easily, and make everyone feel like they're a part of a group. You're so sweet and kind, confident and funny. Me? I cry too easily, get frightened all the time and my sense of direction absolutely sucks."
"No!" He all but roared.
It startled her and she continued to stare at him with wide tear-filled eyes.
"You, Melody, you're the one for me. I could never do better than you. I want you. I'm never going to want anyone else but you. You're the kindest, sweetest and most considerate person I know. You make me smile like no other and I like the person I am when I'm around you. All those things you've mentioned? It's because of you. You bring out the best in me. I love you Melody. I love you so much. I don't care about the fact that you cry so easily – it means that I can take you in my arms and comfort you. I'll protect you from whatever frightens you. And your sense of direction? Whenever you're lost, I'll come and find you and we'll get there together." Christian took her hands in his, her warm hands that felt so right in his. He never wanted to let her go again. "Please, please don't let me go."
"…Christian." Fresh tears spilled from her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Christian felt his heart drop. No. This couldn't happen.
She shook her head and pulled one of her hands free. She gently set it against his cheek.
Christian closed his eyes for a second and let himself get lost in her touch.
"I'm so, so sorry for the pain I've caused." Her voice quivered with emotion as she put her hand against his chest where his heart was beating. "I've hurt you so much. I've hurt the both of us. I don't know what to say. I love you so much Christian." Her brown eyes locked with his, "I missed you."
"You don't have to miss me." Christian's heart had started beating harder against his chest, craving her touch.
"I don't know how you can forgive me-,"
"I forgive you." He cut her off. "Even though it's difficult for me to understand, I can see why you broke up with me. Perhaps if the roles were reversed, I might've even done the same thing. Who knows?" Christian stared at the love of his life. She was still the most beautiful girl to him. The most beautiful woman. "I don't want to let go of you Melody. I want to be with you."
Melody held his gaze. "I want to be with you too." She whispered with conviction. "Will you give me a second chance- so I can prove how much you mean to me? Will you take me back?"
Christian's heart felt like it was about to burst. The love of his life was asking for another chance. She wanted him back. "Always, Melody. Always." He couldn't help himself anymore. After two months of separation, he wanted to feel her in his arms again. He embraced her. Held her close to his heart – never wanted to let her go again.
Melody clutched him just as strongly.
The feel of her in his arms was wonderful. Her familiar warm vanilla scent enveloped him.
Melody stared up at him as they pulled from their embrace, a beautiful shy smile on her lips. Christian could see it all in her warm brown eyes. All the love that she had for him. He knew then, that all that time that she was holding his heart, she'd taken care of it for him. He also knew that he had done the same for her.
Christian gently cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head. His lips met her soft ones and as they shared that sweet kiss he felt it. He had been lost, but the moment she was in his arms again, he found home.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! It was slightly inspired by a Dutch song called 'Ze Lijkt Net Niet Op Jou' by Nick & Simon. Thanks for giving it a read :)