"You what?" Benedict sounded worried, but also angry at Melody, who had just explained her accident before her Mother had passed.

Melody had known that dragging Alex into this wasn't a good idea, so she had to prop up the subject to her old friend Benedict here.

"I... tripped in the snow..." Benedict bit his bottom lip, turning around for a moment, but he then shifted his body back towards her.

"Mels..." Melody took a deep breath, scrunching her eyes closed, before opening them and she cried out.

"Yes, yes! I know Ben!" She tensed her cheekbones, her dear voice trembling. "I... I wasn't exactly ready for a phone call about Mum and..." Melody scoffed, Benedict gazing at his best friend. "I... didn't realise she would die..." Benedict moved closer towards her, clutching her hand tightly.

"I know, I know... Mels..." She gripped Benedict's hand tightly, a small simper appearing on her face.

"She... I... I didn't even get to say goodbye!" Poor Melody broke into tears, Benedict's eyes could not witness Melody's heartbreak any longer, so he had pulled her head into his chest, stroking her hair.

"Shh... Hey, hey... Everything is going to okay..." Melody grabbed hold of Benedict's shirt, not aware of her own strength as she dragged it towards her.

"No... It's not!" Benedict held a single tear in his eye, cupping Melody's face in his hands once again, giving her another slither of hope.

"Mels... Dear Mels... Listen to me... I am here for you. Please... if you need anything, anything... just tell me..." Benedict smiled at Melody, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you..." Melody smirked at her best friend, quickly departing from his view as Alex rushed inside.

"Mels, come on." He grunts, out of breath. "We need to go right now." Melody rushed to dry her tears and Benedict turned to help Melody from the bed. Alex witnessed Benedict's care for Melody, and it was beyond reach. He just cared so much. He frowned at his fiancee, becoming rather impatient. "I'll be in the car." He paced out if the room, Benedict's arm around Melody's shoulder.

"Thank you... for this... really Ben." He dropped his head, smiling.

"Mels, you really don't even have to say that. I am your friend, nothing will ever change that. I will always take care of you." Melody smiled, knowing that he had said this before...

15th September 1998 - Cambridge University

Benedict strolled into class, his eyes hovering over a seat. Melody's seat. He had always taken a glance at this particular seat for the past few years, ever since they had met.

In fact, it was the only thing he would do.

But, just this once, his heart sank, because she wasn't in her seat. There was a failed presence.

Just before class had started, Benedict had taken out his phone, dialing Melody's number.

On the other end, a croaky voice.

"H-hello?"

"Hey Mels. Man, you sound awful." Melody chuckled, then it failed and turned into a row of coughs.

"Yeh, I know. I feel like death has struck." Benedict sighed.

"So, I guess that's why you're at home?" Melody scoffed.

"Yes, obviously Ben!" She coughed once again. "I'm going to... rest. Have a good day without me."

"I don't think I will Mels." Both of them smiled as the phone was put down. Benedict had a bright idea.

At the end of the day, when classes were dismissed and books were finally closed, Benedict rushed out of university, dodging cars and pacing onto buses. As quickly as possible, he was aiming to surprise Melody.

Oh how fun that would be.

His legs were as fast as his own head and because of this, he was literally dragging himself along to her house. It was very far and he did have to catch many buses and underground trains to get there, but it was a probable distance.

Finally, out of breath and sweating, Benedict's feet landed on her doorstep. With extreme pleasure, he knocked onto her door, Melody's Mother appearing in front if him.

"Why hello Ben! Ah, nice to see you."

"Hi Mrs Fellows!" Benedict cried out, struggling to breath.

"Well, why don't you come on in? And it's Amelia!" Amelia told Benedict politely as he walked through the door. "I told you, Amelia." She smiled, Benedict smiling back.

"Amelia then. Is Mels okay?"

"Oh, she wrapped up in bed, the flu. I'm making her some soup, I've actually got to take it up for her-"

"I'll do it." Benedict interuppted. He was really desperate.

"Why thank you Benedict! Come on over here then..." Benedict sprinted along to the kitchen and grabbed the chicken soup from Amelia's hands, before making his way upstairs to Melody's room. He knocked, balancing the plate in his left hand. Benedict heard Melody cough twice, before answering.

"Come in!"

"Hey Mels." He spoke, Melody gasping.

"Oh my God! You came! And with food!" She giggled, sniffing. "Thank you for this. Really."

"Mels, you really don't even have to say that. I am your friend, nothing will ever change that. I will always take care of you."

1st January 2014 - Melody's house -Kensington, London - Around 11am

Melody eased herself from her bed, stroking her baby bump.

It had been a couple of days since her Mother passed, as well as some baby problems. She had strict instructions to stay in bed and even we know she wouldn't comply to the terms.

Melody reached for her dressing gown and peered her head around the door, noticing Alex in a suit.

"Hey." She said quietly.

"Oh hey Melody." She folded her arms, stretching out her back subtly.

"Where... are you off to?"

"Just, meeting up with a few old friends. Possibly some work to do." Alex didn't really mind leaving his six months pregnant fiancee at home, in fact, it wasn't a problem at all.

"All right." Melody sounded extremely broken to see her fiancee walk out the door. She gazed at him for a moment, before placing herself onto the sofa. Sighing, she rubbed her bump more, whispering. "What's wrong with you 'eh girl? I'm here you know..."

All of a sudden, there were three sharp knocks and Melody's head turned to face the door. She slowly got up, using the sofa to help her keep her balance.

Wandering to the door, she clutched the handle, opening the door and there stood the man with that British accent. He simpered, holding up some bags and spoke to her.

"Where shall I start?"