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fourteen // the quiet - troye sivan

Adrian

They used to say that suicide was never the answer -- that you should never kill yourself over problems you could always fix, or better yet, ignore.

But they never told you what to do when the solution couldn't be ignored nor solved. And yet suicide was never the answer. So you had to live with the bone-crushing guilt over something you had done for the rest of your half-assed life. Because you can't hang yourself -- you just can't.

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After two nights of careful contemplation, I realized that the whole outburst was entirely my fault. I hadn't listened to the rest of what Mystery Girl said, and even if what she would say didn't change my opinion of her, I had to respect the fact that not everyone would have to like me.

Mystery Girl had a strange way of making people come to terms like this. She seemed to be a walking logician, as if everything had a purposeful explanation. It was a unique trait -- one that I didn't see in any of my previous girls -- that made her all-the-more mysterious.

I wanted to see Mystery Girl again to apologize, but for those two days she was no where. I expected her to at least come during dinner. I mean, is she gonna starve herself to prove her point? But she never turned up. Will Solace, my half-brother, noticed my distress and noted that she trained at the arena nonstop. But as I waited for Mystery Girl there for ages, she never turned up.

But on the third night, I sat on the roof of the Apollo cabin and tried to spot her on the Hades cabin. Sure enough, she was there, legs dangling off the edge with her hair blowing softly in the midnight wind.

The way I could still catch sight of her E/C eyes from the moon's reflection was always yet another mystery. This time I was thankful for it, because her eyes were beautiful.

Mystery Girl stayed that way the entire night, soaking in the calm, and it eased my senses to see her so relaxed. She didn't see me at all, which I had mixed emotions towards, but it was overall for the better because otherwise she wouldn't have fallen asleep on the roof. I did too, and it was only when Apollo's chariot rose into the sky that I remembered what had happened.

It was worth it, though. It was always worth it.

I'm still desperately in love with Mystery Girl, but I still have no clue how to tell her.

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