On the other hand, perhaps they’d become exhausted, coming down from an overload of feelings. She wasn’t sure she knew what to think or how to feel. When they reached the diner the bright pink neon sign on the marquee made her eyes ache. They had to search for a parking place for some time, and she almost told him to forget it and they’d eat somewhere else. But hell, she imagined you never told Matt to give up on anything. Melanie stepped into the noise and winced. She seemed hyperaware, her skin sensitive, her mouth dry and a dull ache in her temples. Regardless, she would make the rest of this evening pleasant. She wanted to forget, if just for a moment, her mind awhirl in a way it never had been before. She was disconnected and feeling anything besides fear and doubt would go a long way to healing what ailed her. Despite the later hour, the diner’s pop music bounced off her ears, irritating her more than it would on a normal day. Huh. Yeah. In no way could this day be classified as normal.
