When they arrived at the house, everybody was asleep.
"I'm gonna turn in." Brock's mother said yawning. "You two can stay up, just don't make any noise." She said. Brock nodded and sat down on the couch in front of the fire.
"I'm not tired, are you?" He whispered. Melanie shook her head and put more wood in the fire.
"How's your nose feeling?" She asked slowly removing the ice pack. "Hmm, there's some swelling. But you should be ok by morning." She said confidently. Brock nodded. They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the crackling and popping of the firewood. Brock removed the ice pack and turned toward Melanie.
"Melanie, do you fell uncomfortable around me?" Brock asked. Melanie looked at Brock.
"No, of course not. Why would you say that?" She asked innocently. Brock rolled his eyes.
"Are you really that oblivious? Do you remember what happened at Survivor Series? And I don't mean the screw job by Heyman and Big Show." He said, raising his voice. Melanie signaled Brock to keep his voice down. He sighed.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm just frustrated that's all. I kissed you and we never talked about it ever again." Brock said helplessly. "That didn't mean anything?" Melanie repositioned herself on the couch so that she was facing Brock.
"Brock, you have no idea how much I've been thinking about you, about that night. I've just been in conflict with myself. I… don't have the best of luck with love." Melanie said disappointedly. Brock took her hands.
"I'm not asking you to marry me, I just want a chance. You…you don't look at me like other people do." Brock said softly. Melanie shrugged.
"How do other people look at you?" She asked.
"I don't know." He began. "I think people are afraid of me. They think I'm some sort of animal or a monster or something." He said. His thoughts were jumbled up in his brain. Nothing made sense.
"Brock, I know that people may see that you're aggressive, but…"Melanie paused. "You're one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. You have a good heart, even though you might not show it." She pointed out.
Melanie flashed back to her dream. You can trust me Melanie. I won't hurt you. I promise. That's what Brock had said in her dream. Melanie had her eyes closed; she was running through the conversation in her head. Her talk with Brock became more vivid as she whispered the words to herself. "I can't. What if I'm not strong enough suppose I hurt you? Mel opened her eyes and saw Brock sitting there, trying to make sense of what she was saying.
"Brock, I can't let myself go. It's not you. I'm just trying to protect my heart." She said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I feel like I'm at the edge of a cliff, about to jump. I don't think I trust myself enough to let go. You and me? It's a big risk." Brock swallowed hard.
"For the first time in my life, I can hear my heart speak to me." Brock whispered. "It's like I've been invisible for 25 years and you're the first person to see me. The real me. How can the one thing I'm sure of be wrong?" Brock said sulking. "You said you couldn't let go… that you have to protect your heart. But you taught me that the hardest part is letting go. Let go of logic and reason and all the people that don't think we can make it together." Melanie looked into his eyes. He was so full of passion when he spoke.
"Melanie, we have to prove them wrong. Let go." Brock said. Melanie smiled as another tear rolled down her cheek. Brock wiped it away and brought his face closer to Melanie's and lightly pressed his lips against hers.