You're the Melody [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

Angel in Disguise

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 are enough to knock the wind out of me and cause my head to spin like a carousel. Jack's milk chocolate brown eyes seep into mine and I want to kiss him; I do. But this is far too confusing. He walked out on me yesterday, made me feel like shit, and broke his promises.

How could I ever even trust this guy?

"What the hell are you doing?" seems to be the only thing I can ask.

Daniel's jaw is still down, his blue eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, and I feel extremely guilty for always being the cause of his pain.

"Claiming my girlfriend," Jack hisses. My boyfriend, so it seems, pulls my barstool back and holds his hand out. The scene in front of me carries mass amounts of déjà vu, but also triggers my bottled up anger towards Jack. I'm like a firework about to explode into the sky—a complete shitshow, to be honest.

"Are you on crack? Is that what you're smoking? Crack?" I ask in absolute disbelief.

Daniel's hands are wiping down his face, shaking his head like a maniac in an insane asylum. My guilt grows stronger for him as my resentment for Jack does, too.

Jack's hand remains, however. "Trying to talk to my girlfriend," he glances at Daniel, "alone." Daniel looks like he's about to have a mental breakdown and I can't blame him.

Same, honestly.

"What makes you think I even want to speak to you? Or that you deserve it?" I glare at him. I know I may cave in and I refuse to do it so easily.

Jack bites his bottom lip and slowly lets his hand down. He opens his mouth, but doesn't utter a word. I can tell that he's trying, he really is. "I just ..." he sighs and I notice Daniel's turned back around to face the city. Jack takes a deep breath, "You're the most understanding person I know, okay? You, like, listen to me and," he pauses, scratching the back of his neck and glancing around the coffee shop, "I trust you and shit ..."

My heart inflames a fire that awakens at those three words. My lips part and Jack finally meets my eyes. Those three words ... those three words are the only things I've been waiting for.

I trust you.

"You ... you do?" I can't help but gape in disbelief. For Jack to finally open up and communicate with me—it's a milestone.

Jack slowly nods, the anxiety bouncing off of him like sound. My heart is hit first with the news, beating a million times a minute with excitement and relief. Then, my brain feels the same way, relishing in the idea that Jack and I might work out.