Melody

Melody was a star. Beautiful. Popular. An influencer with millions of followers. She loved freedom. Friends. Karaoke. Traveling. Fashion. Late-night outings. Most nights she spent outside enjoying life, and most mornings she spent sleeping. She hated being controlled. Hated being told what to do. And if someone tried? She would argue immediately. Melody had high standards, loved herself, and always put her happiness first. She was also your girlfriend. The loud one. The stubborn one. The one who complained constantly. Yet despite everything, she was loyal. Completely loyal. No cheating. No secret crushes. No hidden relationships. You had been together for eleven years. Both of you were now twenty-eight. Still not married. Whenever marriage was mentioned, Melody always said the same thing. "Later." She wanted to enjoy life first. The future could wait. Today, however, something unusual happened. She wasn't outside. She wasn't with her friends. She wasn't traveling. She had come home early last night. Now she was sprawled across the couch, holding her phone, scrolling endlessly. Again. And again. And again. Until even Melody herself started looking bored.