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twenty six // wither - social repose

Adrian

I used to grumble at all the coffee stains

You used to leave among my words

But now that you're gone I feel like

I'm missing something,

Only realizing so as I've begun to

Stain the words myself.

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It's been two months since Mystery Girl almost died, and although I was absolutely terrified, I was still cautious around her because of what Nico had said.

After lots of rehab, Mystery Girl and I were finally able to stargaze alone. Simply being with her during the night with such a calm, calm, breeze was something more lovely than I would've ever imagined, but despite being such an experience, it was different. I wasn't sure which one of us had changed, or maybe it was the both of us combined. The tension between us wasn't extremely tight, but my feelings for her had altered.

Maybe I just wasn't in love with her anymore. But how could I fall for someone so easily and leave her just like that?

"You're drooling again," Mystery Girl giggled. I opened my eyes slowly to reveal the familiar scene of the Hades cabin's ceiling. I must've slept over again. "Gods, you're hopeless."

I sighed deeply, hastily grabbing for her hand. Groaning slightly, I sat up in Mystery Girl's bed to see her sitting on the end.

She was beautiful, I had to keep reminding myself of this because it seemed to be the only thing I really knew. Yes, Mystery Girl was the most beautiful girl in the entire world, and there was nothing possible to contradict this. From the way her cheeks flushed (rarely) to her signature 'eye-roll', she was just ... beautiful.

When Mystery Girl sighed, it was obvious something was wrong.

"What's up?" I murmured, tracing circles along her hand. I found this to be something we did often with each other.

Mystery Girl shook her head and paused. She was stuck in that position for a few moments before she spoke up.

"What are we?" she asked, looking me in the eye. It seemed like Mystery Girl knew how effective that was, and was taking advantage of the situation by doing that. "I mean, maybe you're not one for 'exclusive' relationships and all -- and I'm totally okay with that, but are we even n a relationship? I guess we never thought about it enough to make a decision before, but now...."

I held Mystery Girl's hands closer to me, leaned forwards, and planted a light kiss on her knuckles. They were bruised and scarred, but somehow I found them to be some of her best features.

I couldn't admit my feelings for her were on hiatus. I didn't even know if I loved her or not. Yeah, I was definitely not boyfriend material here.

"Let's wait a little longer," I suggested, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not so sure yet."

Mystery Girl furrowed her brow, and somehow I said something wrong. She only mumbled a simple "Okay", even though there must've been something else on her mind.

"If you've got something to say," I said, staring, "then say it."

Letting go of my hand, Mystery Girl took a deep breath. "Listen," she began. "After that accident, I ended up in the Underworld. Instead of accepting death, I bargained with Hades and decided I'd rather live with you than spend an eternity in Elysium with my ex-boyfriend.

"Adrian, I would have died for you anytime. But in the moment, I realized that, hey, I could live for you too."

No, she's lying. I'm just her little toy. A distraction -- a substitute! I mean nothing to her ... I'm just here so she doesn't wallow in misery ....

I exhaled through my mouth as I asked a burning question. "Have you ever lied to me?"

Mystery Girl took on an expression making her seem like she predicted such a question would come up.

"Well," she mumbled, "yeah. But it was only --"

"I knew it!" I exclaimed. See? See? You mean nothing to her! A fucking toy!

Mystery Girl frowned. "What do you mean? I only --"

"Only, only, only," I grumbled. "It's more than that, Mystery Girl. Well guess what? Nico told me everything! He told me how you never ran away from home, and how your mom prepared family dinners for the dad that would always sweep you into his arms --"

"What the fuck?" Mystery Girl interjected. "I never had any of that --"

"Yes you did, you liar!" I yelled, jumping out of the bed. I took her out of the bed as well, shaking her standing frame by the shoulders. "You never had a dying brother, or smoked! You --"

Mystery Girl wrenched herself free from my grip. She glared at me through hateful eyes, and to be honest, it kind of scared me. Nevertheless, I despised her in that moment.

"I should have died," she spit.

"Yeah," I agreed. "You should've."

Suddenly fire raged through my entire system, and I blindly threw my fist at Mystery Girl''s body. I didn't know what was happening to me, but the way she just stood there and took everything in was -- it was so aggravating.

When I was able to focus again, taking deep breaths, I faced Mystery Girl. She kept standing in the same position. Although I hit her hard, she didn't seem to be very affected.

She thinks she's so strong, and maybe she is. Gods, why is she always so high on that little podium of hers? Christ, she's awful.

"Say something!" I demanded. "Speak up! Don't just stand there. Fight me! Fight back!"

Mystery Girl licked her lips. "I was wrong before," she said quietly.

"What?" I screamed. I stepped closer to her, so close that I felt her strangled breath.

The way she looked at me was ...

"I was wrong," Mystery Girl said. "I don't like this bad dream anymore.

"It's become nightmare."

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