may shatter on impact (tronnor)

38. Answers & Suspicion

She was what Tyde had been so angry about. She was the one that he was trying to warn me about. The one who was trying to invade my life, and find out all the secrets he had held and -

I can't, I can't -

I -

Dear Ms. Simmons,

I have to say that I was surprised when I got your email, and thank you for considering me! However, I am unable to attend the meeting or answer any questions.

Apologies,

Troye Mellet

Amelia Simmons,

No.

Troye Sivan

Dear Amelia Simmons,

I'm sorry but I must politely refuse your invitation on private grounds, but thank you for considering me. I hope you have a wonderful week.

Troye Sivan

I wrote my reply out to Amelia Simmons fourteen times, each email ranging from polite to kind and apologetic, to flat out rude. I just couldn't find the words to express that I....I simply couldn't answer any questions, please, no, no, please don't -

Tyde helps, showing me what he sent her:

Ms. Simmons,

I can't, due to the fact that I moved here to get away from all of that, not to talk more about it. Thank you for your time.

Tyde Levi

It didn't really help.

In the end, I had Connor write it out for me. He wrote three different versions, each one written while muttering obscenities about how rude it was to just ask someone that, and each with a different feel. I sent the last one, and got a reply back two minutes later.

Troye,

Of course! Sorry to take up your time, and I hope that you have a wonderful week as well.

Amelia Simmons

Reporter for the Boston Globe

Connor frowned at it as we both stared at the computer screen in the school library, everyone around us finishing homework last minute, teachers rushing up the stairs to their classes, the girl next to me crying over a math problem while her friend tried to explain it.

"Troye, my dad's a reporter for the local newspaper, and if they have a good article there - which she seems to think she does - then they don't just give up after 'no'."

I shrugged. "I-I'll take it," I told him, logging out of the computer and grabbing my backpack.

"Yeah," Connor says, but he still stares a bit suspiciously at the blank screen.