As Melody watched Dimitri order his food, she felt a sense of awkward tension in the air. It was after the waiter left that she heard the man ask rather personal questions. The kind of questions that would've naturally had him slapped in the face. However, it was her own fault for slipping out too much information anyways. He knew too much, and that could be a threat. On the other hand, he was merely a tourist and he probably wouldn't believe her had she told him the truth. It could be nice to get that burden off of her shoulders. Her mind waged war about what she should do. For now, she'd just answer the ex boyfriend question.<br/><br/>"Actually, I was dating a boy in high school, but only because my parents approved," she began before taking a sip of water, "Tyler Astin was quite popular with the local religious girls, and since my family is strict Christianity, they assumed he would be a good fit for me. They were definitely wrong about that. He and I had nothing in common, he was very strict about me even talking to other people, he had to know what I was doing at all times. I was simply smothered, and ended it after my senior prom."<br/><br/>She then took a giant gulp from her water instead of the usual sip. The more important part was coming up. Did she choose to tell him or make the excuse that it was too personal? She couldn't tell anyone close to her about it, so what would be the harm in telling a complete stranger? Maybe she could be vague and hoped he would put the pieces together? She felt herself beginning to sweat with nervousness and felt her heart beating, much similar to an 808 drum. She took a deep breath before looking at Dimitri in the eyes.<br/><br/>"You're not going to believe me when I tell you this. Let's just say I'm not a full human. I found this out on my graduation trip to the Bahamas. I had snuck out for a night swim with some tourists. I hadn't gone swimming in the ocean until that night, and I figured I'd make the most of my night swim. However, as soon as I got into the water... my real form showed up... and, that's when I saw how cursed I was. My voice lured men in like flies to honey. I couldn't stop myself... then, one by one, I saw blood clouding the water, and men screaming as I mercilessly killed them...I had ripped them limb from limb, and yet, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to stop... I was horrified at what I was. I got back onto land, and fled the scene. The men that died that night were considered dead from attacks by multiple sharks.... since then, I don't sing in public, and I avoid the ocean..."<br/><br/>She felt the pain, guilt, and regret wash over her as she felt her stomach lunging. She wanted to throw up. How could she have just confessed that like it was no big deal? It was a big deal, and she never forgave herself for it. The guilt had driven her into a suicide attempt, but she miraculously lived. Was living with this guilt and curse not enough? Why would God allow this to happen? Why did it have to happen to her? She couldn't understand it. Soon, her eyes moistened with tears as she saw droplets fall to the table as she held her head in shame.