An elevator dropped down Melās stomach, and when it crashed it sent a quiet sort of shudder to her fingers and knees. She figured there would be a complication to telling someone what she planned to do, but she hadnāt expected it from Elena. She figured the smallest of her pursuers would be thrilled to be rid of her, to close this case and go on with her career unbothered. She hadnāt guessed Elena would give it a second thought.Ā
"Youāre one to talk," Mel retorted. "Where the hell have you even been?āĀ She hadnāt meant to sound so accusatory, so upset, but she was confused, and maybe even just a little hurt. She⦠cared for Elena. Somewhere, somehow she found herself caring a lotĀ in the blondeās extended absence, but she wasnāt even sure she could call herself Elenaās friendā¦This was a mistake. Telling anyone was a mistake, but she just wanted someone to know. Mel wanted someone to know she was going to disappear, and it was what she wanted, and not to look for her anymore. Please, donāt look for me anymore. Letās just press a button, letās pretend I never happened. And you can go on with your life, just a little less hindered.Ā She thought Elena would approve. Sheād tortured herself with this idea for weeks, and now it was coming to a halt. Of course there had to be a complication. There was always a complication.āāDonāt fucking goā,ā Mel echoed, voice dripping with bitterness, eyes glistening just a bit. She swiped at her face and bit her bottom lip, trying to hold it together, trying to hold it in. āYou canāt tell me what to do, you stupid hypocriteā¦ā