"Christy," Melody whispered, hardly audible over her breath. And suddenly, there were tears in her eyes, and then on her flushed cheeks. She started sniffling, and before too long she was full-on crying. Almost instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her, the feeling of her bare upper body on my clothes was warm. I didn't think about any of that though. I thought that I pushed her too hard, and it had broken the poor girl. I immediately felt guilty of what I had done. There was no real reason to take advantage of a girl like that, lying to her. And here's where it led to.
"What's wrong, Melody," I tried to console her, despite my feelings.
She kept crying for a little longer, until she pulled herself together long enough to respond. "That was the f-first time someone called me beautiful," she just barely stammered out. I wrapped her in my arms tighter.
"It's true, you know?" I continued. "You are so beautiful."
This caused another round of tears. I could feel the warm tears dampen my face and my shoulder. She pulled away, and I let her go. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands. "I-I know that God only cares about what's inside, but I've always felt so ugly. I was never as pretty as Monica, and everyone compared me to her. I kept thinking that my breasts would grow and they never did. I thought I'd be a little taller and I never grew. I just stayed like this, and no one would ever look at me." She wiped another set of tears away. I waited patiently for her to begin again. "And boys are all horny pigs, and I always tried to tell myself that I deserved better than the boys in high school, but secretly, I always wanted just one person to compliment me. Just one. But no one ever did."
"And I could never tell this to Melody. She was so pretty. Everyone paid attention to her, and even though she didn't want the attention, I knew she could never understand. She was a natural beauty- she never had to try." Unexpectedly, then she started to laugh. "And then, the first person who ever thought I was pretty, turns out to be a lesbian, and my sister's best friend. What kind of ending is that?"
She sighed. "I'm sorry for all the mean things I said to you. I just kept retreating to the Bible when things got rough, and I think I went too far. I'm sorry, Christy."
Her confession was so sincere, so heartfelt. The guilt returned for what I had done to her. We didn't get very far, but I still took advantage of her. Maybe I should come clean, too.
