I didn't resist,
nor did I make a sound.
I stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, carefully counting the little stars on the wallpaper.
When I was left with only my underwear,
Dane finally stopped, looking at me quietly with tears in his eyes.
I glanced at him listlessly:
"You weren't wrong. I really am like a dead fish in bed."
That casual remark completely broke Dane's composure.
His face turned pale, wanting to explain but unable to find the words.
In the end, he forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
"Melody, we can rebuild our relationship.
I can wait as long as it takes."
I slowly put on my clothes and said softly:
"You know what?"
"Seeing all the scars on your body, I don't feel the slightest bit of sympathy."
"I only feel disgusted."
Dane was stunned for a long time.
Whether he came to terms with it or not,
he finally got dressed and left, looking lost and dejected.