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She lays in bed and stares at the ceiling and wonders how a stupid boy got her so hung up.

She calls him because there’s no one else to talk to (but it will never be because she wants him or because when he smiles, she knows it something real).

Ariadne, you should sleep.

I don’t want to.

And so they stay up and watch the sun rise, but he’s far away and it’s the afternoon there and he’s working and she’s the one who still needs to shower and needs to take care of all the things in her life that began unravelling when she left her studies behind in Paris and finally landed in the middle of it all in LA.

I miss you, she murmurs, when the red light of the sun finally breaks over the cityscape around her. She can hear his laughter, but she knows Arthur well enough to know it’s something real and he’s not mocking her (he never mocks her).

You won’t for long.