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Spencer sucked in the air as he wasn't ready for this.

"You–You are not mad?" He asked while shuttering. He didn't hear what Myrtle had whispered.

Myrtle chuckled and retreated. After recollecting her smile she shook her head sideways.

"I am not mad, I am more than happy to know that it was you who helped me." 

She patted his shoulder and her smile widened before she started to walk away again. 

Spencer looked at her joyous alk and tilted his head in confusion. 

"I Helped her?" HE tried to think with his eyebrows creased and then it hit him making the frown between his brows relax and his eyes widen up.

"No way!" He pursed his lips after he gave out a sigh of disbelief. He stood in shock not noticing Syrus standing in the hallway looking at them with a grieving gaze. Something very unimaginable had made its way into his head.