"Miranda. . . . ."

"I want to understand Epsilon, I really want too. But you give me a distant look in your eyes each time that we see each other. . . . And ever since we both joined the Secret Scientist, I've tried to make it up without you catching on that I still knew everything. . . . I'm still being ripped to pieces at this very second."

I crossed my arms over one another, and grabbed my upper arms. I was almost ready to start crying, but I wasn't going to allow the tears to flow. Not in front of them.

"You were my first love, Epsilon, and you always will be. And the first love will never be replaced, until a new love comes along and fills in the gap of the old one. . . . ."

I could hear Epsilon sigh deeply, and I quickly left the room before he could say a single word to me. Heading directly to the lounge, I saw Arthur sitting there on the couch casually reading a book. Walking over to him, he set the book down and looked at me.

He stood up, and brought me into his arms and tried his best to soothe me as I cried once more in his arms. I was letting all of my pain, sorrow, guilt and anger out in the form of tears. He rubbed my back, and tried his best to hush me as much that he could.

I felt a hand go under my chin, and my head being tilted upwards. Tears were wiped away from my face, and the two of us stared at each other for a few minutes. He gave me a small smile, and I gave him one back.

Next thing that I knew, our lips made contact with each other.

I put my arms around his neck, and his arms tighten around me. The two of us kissed for a few moments longer, and Arthur soon picked me up in his arms. I kept my arms around his neck, as he walked off with me in his arms. I could feel my eyes grow tired, and I yawned just by a tiny bit.

"You need to get some sleep, Miranda. A small nap will do you."

"Stay with me, please?"

I basically almost mumbled those words, and he sighed lightly at me. Looking up at him with drowsy eyes, he managed to get me inside my bedroom and lay me down on my bed. He sat down next to me, and held my hand. For a long while, he sat there next to me and held my hand as tears quietly went down my cheeks.

It wasn't until a few moments later, I felt him pull me up against him. I could feel his breath go through my hair, and one of his hands undoing my hair bun. For a long while, we lay next to each other waiting, just basically doing nothing.

"Miranda, if you need anything at all you can come to me. I will support you on anything. I promise you that. Whatever situation Epsilon has you in at this moment, I will help you through it, no matter what. What happened in Paris, was a long time ago and is all in the past for you. You need to need look forward to what the future has for you, take a few chances and risks now and then, and look forward to what might be in store for you."

He gently planted his lips on my forehead, and pulled away from me. I could barely see his eyes, but I heard him remove the glasses off of his face and put them on the end table next to my bed.

His arms went around my waist, and I basically snuggled up against him. Epsilon and I never snuggled up against each other before, so this was a first for me. Between me and Epsilon, he would pin me to the bed and in the morning I would be on one side of the bed and he would be on the other. But with Arthur, he held me close to him, close like I was something that he had loved for a very long time.

My stomach was turning over again and again, and my heart was pounding like crazy. And I believe that his heart is going crazy too. I remember how Epsilon made my heart beat in frenzy. . . . Why am I thinking about Epsilon right now?

Epsilon was the first person to break my heart, and I don't want him to break even further. He left me to fix myself during all of those years, after that incident in Paris. But here, Arthur was by my side and he was willingly to stand with me through all of my pain and sorrow. That was really nice of him, but he didn't need to do that at all. I mean, I have been facing my problems on my own for the past twenty years and I have seen a psychiatrist and a psychologist every now and than to help me with my problems.

Arthur managed to get me to lie down on my back, and he rolled on top of me. My heart skipped a few beats, and the memories of Epsilon doing this to me surfaced. God, he was reminding me about all of this.

He let out a deep sigh, and soon lay down next to me. Guess he wasn't up to it at all. He played around with my hair for a few minutes, and soon I could hear his even breathing. Looking over at him, I saw that he was already asleep, and I let a grin come across his face. It was adorable on how he was sleeping. Gently closing my eyes, I fell asleep right next to him.

During my sleep, all I could see was pitch-blackness. Nothing more than that. I felt like tossed and turn in my sleep, and I soon woke up from my sleep, just as I rolled off the bed. The sound of me falling out of my bed woke up Arthur, and he quickly got next to me on the floor.

I was biting down on my lower lip hard, as Arthur kissed the top of my head and gently helped me up. Looking at him, I saw that he was worried for me. That gave me a bit of hope knowing that he was caring for me.

"I'm alright now, Arthur, so don't go overboard on me. I only fell out of bed, nothing else."

"If you say so, cause you were tossing and turning a lot in your sleep and mumbling quite a few things about Epsilon and me."

"And what exactly did I mumble in my sleep?"

"How Epsilon left you heartbroken and that I was repairing that broken heart by the way I have been treating you. So quick question, do you truly love me?"

"Arthur, right now I am just all mixed up inside. I am not really sure about my emotions at the very moment. One moment, I'm all upset and confused, the next I'm in a bliss. It's like I'm having mood swings or something. And no I am not pregnant."

"Wouldn't even think of that. But I think Epsilon and I are toying with your emotions, Miranda. You love Epsilon but he also hurt you, and you love me but I have yet to hurt you at all. So your emotions are going to mess you up for a few days, until everything is clear and you'll know what your heart really wants. Just give it time, Miranda, time is sometimes the answer to everything around here."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I've waited years to begin a relationship, and I can wait some more if I have too. Take as much time that you think that you will need, I will be here waiting for you. So don't worry about it."

"And what if I choose Epsilon over you? Or you over him, Arthur? What's going to happen then?"

"We'll both understand in some weird way, Miranda. Having a relationship, you need to have trust; faith; and patience with the other person and so does the other person in return. Trust me, I have dated three girls in high school and only two in college, got engaged once, so I know a bit about all of this dating stuff. Plus, I was also given a lot of advice from the girls I dated over time, half of it I barely remember. . . . Should have paid a bit more attention to that back then, and I probably would still remember to this day."

I laughed a small bit at that part. He always pays good attention to advice, but I never knew him to neglect advice before in my life. It was a bit shocking to hear him confess something like this in front of me, usually he keep his personal life to himself.

His hands were soon on my waist, and I put my arms around his neck. Our lips crushed up against one another, and we passionately kissed. It was a bit rough at first, but within in a few seconds it got easier as time passed. There was soon a knock on our door, and the both of us groaned at it.

"Meeting. Now."

"Ugh, Drew and her commanding voice. Let's get going, we don't want her to use her fire sword on us now do we, Miranda?"

"Rather take the fire sword than go the meeting."

"Touché, Miranda, touché. Though I am going to have to agree with you there, but I think it is best that we stay alive than die by her hands."

I laughed a small bit and he joined in. I'm glad that we can agree on this stuff. Removing my arms from around his neck, he took one of them and led me out of the room. I felt like laughing again and out loud, but I kept it to small little ones, to make it less noticeable. Maybe I was in love with him, more than I love Epsilon.

But I'm still not sure on which one to pick exactly.