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Syrus wasn't sure what Myrtle was talking about but he felt slightly relieved. Her words and actions made him feel that all that he had imagined was a misunderstanding and that she was not going to leave him for another guy. 

Myrtle's head was still against Syrus's wavering heart and she could hear the sound of it beating against his chest. Her eyes were closed and something warm came bubbling up in her chest. Just now she was thinking about the day she would leave him. It was not far away and now that she was this close to him she couldn't believe that one day their world would be so far apart that they might not even have a chance to see each other again. She lifted her hand reluctantly and pressed it against his chest. Syrus breathed in heavily. 

"Syrus?" She said in almost a whisper trying to hide her crying voice. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her feet, (Drip) A tear fell onto the carpet as she clenched her teeth.