Fake It Till You Make It.

"This is what I learned during the year between you and him. Or perhaps more correctly, this is what you taught me during that year. There are five kinds of secrets. Like grief there are five different stages. The first one is the one that you pretend to do anything to keep hidden, but really, everyone knows about it and your world has yet not collapsed. The second kind is the kind that requires two or three people. The Secretkeeper, the one who hears about the secret, and the one you are keeping the secret from. The third one is the one that you would literally die for. The fourth sort is the one that nobody knows of, the one that has been taken to the grave and been buried with the Secretkeeper. The one that can leave you breathless, the one that can make your world spin in to an unrecognizable, blurry hast, just to slip through your fingers and smash in to nothing before you. And then there is secret number five.
Number five is the secret you are keeping from yourself. The fifth is the one that you would never admit to yourself or anybody else, the fifth one is the one that you yourself do not even know exists. It is the most complicated of them all, the one that can ruin you the most thoroughly. The fifth is the one that could raze everything before you even realized what has happened."

Very short story of Mary, Calliope and Robert. Originally this story was written in Swedish but was translated to English, so please forgive any errors, which I hope to catch as soon as possible. Do read, and do enjoy! //thefrozenosviva.