Chapter 70
Pieces
Holly's POV:
Dear Diary,
Arty's gone, but for some reason I can't get him off of my mind. I don't know what's wrong with me today. Every thought. Every action. It brings him back to my mind.
I keep thinking about him and the more I think about him, the more that I get confused. All of these thoughts… all of these weird feelings. I don't understand either of them at all.
He's a genius and a gentleman. He's always polite and always does the right thing in the end. Yet sometimes, I don't know if he's just being polite. He kissed my hand and my cheeks. We held hands, yet he's like that with everything that requires manners. Is he just doing that because we're friends and he feels that he has to?
I know that our breeding determines who we'll be. He was raised as a true gentleman, so he'll always be like that. My only question is how do I know when he's just being polite? And why does it matter to me all of a sudden?
Ugh, I don't understand why he has to be so… complicated. The way that he acts like someone one minute and someone else the next minute really gets me frustrated. Though on the positive side, I'm slowly finding all of the pieces that make him up. Now, I just need to put them all together. That should only take the rest of my life.
Well, I have to go. Until next time.
-Holly
A/N:
Woo-hoo! Look who's getting some work done! That's right. It's me.
I know this chapter was short, but don't freak out. It'll be worth it in the end. I hope…
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