After talking to Noah, Thalia couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to tell her something before her came, great timing T. She was also taken back by the look of relief in his eyes, she was really delighted by his understanding reaction but it seemed like it wasn’t just sympathy, something didn't add up with him and she is determined of finding out what’s the deal with him no matter how long it will take her.

Later in the middle of the night, Thalia arose from her sleep because of some loud voices of shouting and crashing, she was sure this noise came from Noah’s room. She waits a little bit until there was nothing but eerie silence, she was going to sleep it of and check on him tomorrow, but then she kept tossing and turning in her bed imagining the worst scenarios ever, what if something has happened to him? She gets up and dial his number, it kept ringing then went to voicemail; “Uh..Hi Noah, so..I just heard some noise coming from your house and thought to check up on you, I guess you are sleeping now which means everything is cool or I hope so anyway I am sorry to bother just checking,mm..bye?” I was about to end it when he picked it up.

“T-T-Thalia?” He was stuttering, his voice indicating that he didn't get the taste of sleep and is far from being ‘cool’.

“Noah? Are you okay? Of course you are not what am I thinking? Are you hurt? Should I get you a doctor? An ambulance?” She was panicking, she didn't know what to do, she almost wished he didn't pick up.

“No, no, just come to the window, I'm going to be okay.” She did as he told her, he offered her a small smile full of misery, but his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor? You look like shit.” He laugh for her honesty.

“I just want to talk to you.”

“You sure? You know you can rest and we can talk later, I am not going to evaporate.”

“That’s what I fear the most,...your absence.” He answers her in a broken voice and she stays quiet, he sighs and continues. “I have a...disorder, precisely an OCD, I am sure you know what's an obsessive compulsive disorder.” He finishes and looks down, this time she answers without missing a beat.

“I know.”

“Yeah,..wait what? How?And when?” He looks at her bewildered to find her smiling at him.

“I have dealt with a fair share of people with mental disorders, I know what's an OCD patient, the twitching and compulsion whenever something is out of order, the constant check of order everywhere, hell your room alone is a freaking sign.”

“Well, you are a hell of an observant.” He stays silent for a while “Is that why you told me your sister’s story, to make me feel good?”

“No, not really, actually I wouldn't have told if not for your question.” He sees the honesty in her answer and relaxes a bit.

“Well in that case I will tell you my life story too.” He tells her simply with a smile full of sorrows.

“You don't have-” He interrupts her, starting his story not caring about her words.

“As you have seen my mom absolutely loves me, not the sarcasm. I was diagnosed at the age of four, at this time my dad was still present, he was the love of her life, she loved him more than anyone and everything. She was always strict but at the time my dad will make ease a little bit, every other mom would wish for an ordered kid, my mom found my order freaking, she would sometimes get mad at him but not for too long. After four years, my dad passed away, my mom couldn't take it, she loved him so much so she started blaming me, she kept saying he died because he hated me and couldn't live with me, when in fact he died normally, but a kid my age wouldn’t understand this. So I believed her, I kept the guilt of his death until I was old enough to understand what happened. At the age of fifteen, she did what I would have never imagined, she got married to Aiden, despite hating the idea of her marriage, I tried to be nice to him as it’s not his fault, but then he turned out to be like her and even worse, he would fuel her anger whenever she gets mad at him. As if she needed any more reasons to hate me.”

“I am not telling you I am sorry for what happened to you.” She repeated his words from earlier which made him smile. “Because I believe that these problems or should I say this hell of a life is what made you who you are today, and in front of me an amazing person, a little bit rude but still amazing, and I am not saying this per compliment or because you are upset, but you should know that through your life you will face tones of problems, some worse than the others, but at the end of the day as long as you get up and continue like a real fighter then you will always be amazing, at least for me.” She looks up at him, to find a radiant smile on his face as if just minutes ago he wasn’t in a fight.

“You know what I see right now? I see the best writer I could ever hear of standing right in front of me.” He tells her with a look full of emotions, while she looks down thanking God that it’s dark so he won’t see her blush, but when she looks at him she sees in his eyes an emotion flashing, the same emotion he sees in her eyes, an emotion they both don’t recognize.

“Good night Noah.”

“Good night Thalia.”

Before he closes his curtains, she sees him whispering some words under his breath, little did she know that was the most important confession of the night.