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Everything reminds her of him. That first day, that dumb smile when he spun around, that gruff voice on the break room floor, that vein running along his arm, that ring on his finger. Mel wonders if his ring weighs the same. If their shared kiss weighs so heavily on her soul, then it must tear through his body at the very least.
Or maybe it's different for him.
Mel should find out. Only a dial away, sweetheart, if you need me.
Would it be so bad?
Always typing and never pressing call. She taps on the numbers again, knows them by heart at this point since they're all she has left of him. All she managed to take that night without upsetting the angels.
The line connects and the bark on the other end shakes the cup of warm tea in her hand. Bad idea bad idea bad ide–
"Is this, uh, a bad time, Dr. Langdon?"
"Not at all, sweetheart. I'm bored out of my goddamn mind and this puppy won't stop yelling at me. She's got it out for me I swear."
"There's only a month left until July, you'll be out of the house in no time."
"Can't fucking wait," Langdon huffs. "And hey, you're always welcome at mine. Maybe you'll have better luck with Cinnamon seeing as she fucking hates me."
Mel laughs, hears his from the other end. Not a bad way to end her night. Except she won't learn her lesson until it scalds her.