<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/>She walked away from him to gain some clarity and prevent herself from enduring a stressful event. Yes, it happened years ago, but the pain was returning like ice congealing her blood together. So Melinda escaped to the happy, dancing bodies of strangers, hoping that their attitude of not giving a damn would rub off her on her. Bodies closed in around her, and then she felt someone shift over behind her as her hips rocked to the beat of a favorite techno song. The song ended, and his voice caressed her ear. No doubt unintentionally, but it was crowded in the club. She jumped, startled, since it was not expected for him to follow her to the dance floor.<br/><br/>Melinda turned around to glare at him, all mask of pleasant cordialness gone from her eyes. His words meant nothing to her since it was obvious that she wasn’t worth a good-bye after all they’d been through together. Conner and she practically grew up together. If one of them wasn’t at the others house, then they were out in the city together. Her mouth felt dry as she lowered her eyes away from his since anger was quickly becoming replaced by that treacherous sadness. The same sadness that nearly crippled her when she found out he wasn’t gone on some silly trip that might last a few days. Of course, in a teenage rage, she destroyed all their physical memories together. Pictures. Gifts. Yet memories refused to leave her mind.<br/><br/>Strength and fury returned to her at his words.<em>If I could wipe away all the tears…</em>Tears. She did not hear the rest of his words since she damn well wouldn’t spill more tears over him tonight. At the end of the day, the fact still remained that he left her. His excuses meant nothing.<em>I never stopped loving you.</em>The audacity of Connor Andrews was appalling. He dared to say that he still loved her after all these years before turning to walk away from her. Melinda’s fingers clenched together into a small fist as her eyes glared at his back. He was walking away from her...again. Before she knew what she was doing, her feet propelled her forward after him, moving as silently as wolf following the scent of blood. She waited until he was outside of the P3’s door before speaking his name softly.<br/><br/>If he turned around or not, Melinda’s hand was aimed for his head so he would either get a slap in the face or in the back of the head. "Don't you ever show your face around here again." She hissed the words softly at him, completely uncaring of those waiting outside in the line. "You're not welcomed here or any other other Halliwell businesses." Practically shaking with rage, she turned away from him to head back inside of the club. More than likely, she would regret giving him any sort of negative reaction in the morning, but for now it felt good to release that pent-up anger.<br/><br/>