As I lie in my bed, the evening's events swirl in my mind. Melody... Why does she react this way? Why isn't she afraid of me, even after seeing my demonic form?

She spoke to me freely, without reservation, yet she maintained a certain distance by addressing me as "Mr. Alastor" all evening...

I rub my temples, trying to calm the tumult of questions overwhelming me. Why does it irritate me that she acts this way? Why did I lose my composure? Why do I feel so good in her presence? Why do I want to get closer to her? Why is my heart racing like this?

I let myself fall back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart is pounding in my chest, and every time I close my eyes, her sweet face resurfaces. A smile creeps onto my lips without my control. What is happening to me?

This girl... I really need to stop thinking about her...

I decide to get ready for the night, taking a short shower and putting on pajamas. But even once I lie down, I sense that sleep will not come easily. Melody haunts my thoughts, her warm smile stirring strange emotions within me...

I suddenly realize that I disrespected her that evening. I was rude, and perhaps even offensive... I should probably apologize to her... Tomorrow, maybe.

Finally, I fall asleep with a smile, reminiscing one last time about Melody's sweet face.