<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br/><strong>Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Connor<br/><em>That wasn't expected...</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The last thing she expected to hear from Connor was laughter. Was this all some type of big joke to him? It made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand up as a scowl appeared on her face. She shook her head in shock as he brought up one of the reasons for their failed relationship. Melinda took a threatening step towards him as her hand raised again as if she intended on punching him this time rather than slapping. Her fingers clenched together as she lowered her arm down, but her stare remained on his eyes, which now shone with anger. Why in hell was he angry? “I was young, Connor. Maybe if you weren’t grinning in the face of that bit…girl, I wouldn’t have believed it so easily.”<br/><br/>It was her turn to laugh, only it came out more cynical than any sound she’d imagined possible. “Perfect? Nothing’s perfect, Connor. Obviously, it wasn’t perfect enough if at the first sign of trouble you turned and ran like a coward.” Each enunciation of perfect was said with a heavy dose of sarcasm as if she intended to spit the word out of her mouth like some foul tasting food. She recalled those discussions of their planned futures. Names for future children. What of load of shit from a monkey's ass.<br/><br/><em>You destroyed the best thing that ever happened to me.</em>Melinda’s mouth dropped open since she couldn’t believe that he was trying to minimize his hand in their fall. “That’s the only thing you can pin on me, huh? Tell me, Connor, what’s worse? The fact that you left without leaving even a note. That you didn’t bother to even send a letter over all these years. That you didn’t come home when my mother or even your father passed away. How’s that for betrayal? You didn’t love me. I was nothing more than some naive…” She paused unable to say the words that screamed in her mind as she fought the urge to just hit since speaking was becoming difficult. "Passing person in your life." It should have been easy for her to just forgive him to get it over with, but the grudge against him stuck like superglue. Her fingers rose to rub her fingers against the sides of her head. All of this was nonsense. Pure nonsense. "Enjoy your life as well, Mr. Andrews. Now get out of my face."