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thirty one // your heart was no place for a monster like me - saywecanfly

Adrian [ONE YEAR LATER]

It's been an entire year without Mystery Girl. Fifty two weeks, AKA three hundred sixty days, AKA eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours.

I visited her grave by the Northern Forest every morning before a killer workout. Sometimes I'd talk to her about new campers, and others I'd talk about the fire at dinner the night before.

This time, it was a thank you.

I gave my heart a mouth, and suddenly words started pouring out faster than the speed of light. I told her about how I became more conscious of what I say, and how I'm more patient with new people.

I told her how she taught me to think of corrupt dreams as something other than a nightmare, and that just watching the stars with a bag of popcorn on the roof is all you need to take your mind off things. I told her how she taught me to always help people who are gonna die from a lion eating their girlfriend (okay, maybe this isn't the exact message, but just think of the main idea).

Mystery Girl changed me, and whether if was for the better or for the worse, I couldn't tell. To be quite honest, I didn't care. She took me headfirst on a one-of-a-kind adventure.

I let a red and white box slide out of my fingers and onto her grave. Inside the box were twenty Marlboro cigarettes. I figured she wouldn't need a lighter. Mystery Girl showed me why before.

"Thank you," I whispered, "for everything you've ever done. For each fight and each kiss, I can't be more gracious towards you."

I love Mystery Girl. It may not be lover-love, but it was still love. She taught me that too.

"You can go and smoke one, if you want," I shrugged, taking out a cigarette. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret."

Our little secret.

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I still don't know Mystery Girl's real name, and maybe I never will.

"But that's no matter. Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And then one fine morning -- "

I glanced at Mystery Girl's grave and that pack of Marlboro cigarettes laying as a red and white beacon of hope on the tombstone.

Wait --! That's it -- that's what I've been feeling with Mystery Girl. That's what was in her eyes!

Hope. It's what kept us both going this entire time. And I saw it in her.

"So we beat against the currents, borne back ceaselessly into the past."