Melody
I felt the weight of Alex's love like an old coat, heavy and suffocating. We had decided to take a break from our relationship, but already I missed his touch, the way he looked at me. The room seemed smaller without him.
"Melody?" came Ben's voice from the doorway.
"Mr. Davenport--" I paused, searching for what to call him now. "Uncle Ben?"
"Ah, yes," he said, taking a seat next to my bed. The chair creaked as he sat down. "You used to call me that when you were little."
"Uncle Ben" sounded strange coming out of my mouth, especially after all the feelings that had stirred up between us recently. But it felt right, in a weird sort of way.
"Anyway," he continued, hands clasped together in his lap, "I started my new professor job at Mount Holyoake. Your Aunt Waverly and I dec
