Mel had always been a sweet person. First to help out, first volunteer. Willing to help in any way should could. It made her feel good about herself. it was always Mel who kept spirits high when tragedy struck.

You were the kind to offer silent help. A small trinket, only for the people you care about. Sure that was a small group. You weren’t heartless. You always weren’t as genuine or caring as Mel was. You came off abrasive and harsh.

She was pure sunlight when the people needed it. You were her tag-a-long help. She volunteered? You’re right behind her. She’s carrying boxes on a shoulder that’s supposed to be resting? You’re right around the corner, carrying the rest of the way.

Mel was social, she liked group activities. You’d follow her around and drink whatever had been brought. Nodding along to conversation.

Of course Mel never forced you to come to gatherings like this. But it wasn’t fair for you to be alone on Christmas Eve. So she invited you to Dana’s Christmas party. And you gave in.

“So yeah uh, long story short, we saved out. But man was it a long couple of hours.” Mel smiled, animatedly talking to Whittaker about a case a few weeks back. You standing behind her. Mel would consider it brooding if she didn’t know you so well and you were already a few glasses deep.