It Is Incurable

"Angel, I've been meaning to ask you for a while now -" Irene rose on her toes while pulling her chair closer to Melissa's.

"Hmm?" Melissa's fingers stilled on the glass of juice thar she was drinking as she caught the glimpse of uncertainty in Irene's eyes and traces of unsettling worry on her forehead. "Are you alright? Is... Ayden troubling you? Tell me if he is creating troubles for you. I will -"

Irene reached out for Melissa's hands, shushing the anxiety creeping in Melissa. "It's not about Ayden. It's about you, Angel."

"Me?" Melissa kept the glass on the table, turning to Irene. "What about me?"