Novel & Cerita What Can I Say It's Complicated

"Hey! you shouldnt even drop that, human is patient, we cant always aim for surprises!" "I am aware, it's just...I dont know" "Find something that will make you move or smile, that is what they call single problem!" I just rolled my eyes on her! "Having someone wont make me move, it will just complicate my life!" "Complication brings surprises after all!" She said and when I am about to say something my beeper got a message and they need me. "I need to go, but...still I dont like complication, I just like surprises!"

"Unless you make it complicated." "I am not going to make it complicated," I said. "Good," she said. "Neither am I."

And really, I'm already acting so much like a girl that I can't protest over this now unless I want her to kick me out and tell me to grow some. “Good.” One word in, and I have to stop. Fuck, this whole mess is so complicated that it's hard to find a point where I can start explaining. Months and months of bullshit to sort through don't just let themselves be explained in two sentences. “Spit it out. I'm too tired for diplomacy anyway. Just tell me what got to you like that.”

Something complicated. And possibly Something dangerous.

When I finally stopped talking, silence settled between us again. The waves filled the space where words were missing. Caleb stared out toward the water for a few seconds before finally speaking. “I get it now,” he said quietly. I looked at him, waiting for him to finish. “Why you always said it was complicated.” Something in my chest tightened slightly at that. Because it was complicated. It always had been. Then Caleb glanced over at me again, quieter this time. “Can I ask another thing?”

I said after a moment. “No.” “Yes.” “How?” “By turning a simple answer into something complicated.” “It is complicated.” “It doesn’t have to be.” “It does for me.” Julian’s gaze softened slightly. “Why?” I hesitated. Because the truth wasn’t something I could say out loud. Not without making everything more real than I was ready for. I looked away, focusing on the edge of the table instead of him. “Because nothing about this is simple,” I said quietly. “Explain.”

“This issue I’m presenting to you is complicated. That is why I didn’t want to talk about it at first,” “Do you want to know the number of times you’ve mentioned the word ‘complicated’? I also do, because it’s been said a lot of times by you. Telling me the issue is complicated won’t solve anything. You need to go straight to the point so I can understand what’s going on.”

I looked away for a second, thinking about it. “It’s not that simple,” I said. “It kind of is,” he said. “You either stay in it or you don’t.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t work like that anymore,” I said. “Why not?” he asked. “Because there’s more to it now,” I replied. He studied my face carefully. “Like what?” he asked. I hesitated. “I don’t know,” I said. “That sounds like a problem,” he replied. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “It is.”

Like it wasn’t going anywhere. No matter how complicated everything else became.

"Why do you think people live so complicatedly? Why don't they just say what they want directly? I've always lived by the rules. I've never provoked anyone. Why do they still dislike me so much?" James pulled down the soundproof board and gently patted her on her shoulder, "Because... The world is always very complicated." "Is that so?" That was why people also became so complicated, right? "Do you think I'm a loser?" Saying that, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, "I feel like I'm a loser. I'm so tired..."