"Exams are going to end soon..." Willow sighed as he put down the book. "Ah, what am I going to do..."
Adelia looked up from her notes. "What? Why do you almost appear 'sad', huh? You a masochist who likes torturing himself with extreme stress and sleepless nights?"
"You know that's not it," Willow leaned back in his chair and slouched lazily. It was half past midnight as he yawned, his words muffled, "I don't know... about Charlie..."
"Oh, that," Adelia's eyes were on the papers as she talked, "Will, avoiding it isn't going to make it better. Just meet up with the guy!"
She straightened before taking a sip of her coffee. "Plus, that psychopath—what was his name again?"
"Liam," Willow answered exasperatedly. He didn't know if she was deliberately set on not remembering his name or if her mind was too full for even one extra word. He couldn't care less about it anyway.
"Yeah, that. He promised that he'll leave you guys alone if you kissed him! And you did. So, what's stopping you now? Meet up with Charlie, have fun with your boyfriend!"
"But—" Willow didn't know how to word his worries without sounding strange. In the end, he just sighed before shrugging it off, "Don't worry about it, it's nothing."
"Will, I know what you are worried about. I've played around in the field enough to know your worries by heart. You think it'll be cheating if you continue with Charlie while you also have to do stuff like that with Liam. You think it's unfair for Charlie, right? You... you feel ashamed, dirty to face him."
Willow felt strangely exposed as Adelia easily guessed his mind. "You think that Charlie will be better off without you. Rather than facing it all head on, you choose to run away from it, paining both yourself and him."
Adelia was strangely sensible now and knew the right thing to say. She placed her books back on the bed and walked up to Willow. "Look, think back. Think back to why you agreed with his demands. To stay with Charlie, right? Are you just going to flush it down the drain now?"
"You might feel like a horrible, trashy, two-timing cheater who deserves to die in the depths of hell and spend his life unloved and scorned by everyone because he's so lame and can't even learn to appreciate his very beautiful sister who deserves a cooler and sis-con brother rather than a normie like him—"
"Hey! You're just taking out your personal hatred at this point!"
"All in all, you might feel like shit but let me give you a real piece of advice as your very wise sister. You might be shit now, but if you pull that 'oh I'm so selfless and I sacrifice my happiness and basically my whole life for my lover's apparent honor and fairness which will traumatize and pain both me and him but why be reasonable when we can be unreasonably righteous' crap, you'd be a lot shittier than you are now. And that's like, really, really shitty."
"I don't know... I'm not planning on leaving him, but I can't bear to face him either. It's like I'm in the middle of a crossroads, my heart set on each of the paths, not able to make a decision."
"...Then, just do whatever. Choose randomly and see where your choice takes you. Don't think about anything else—just, choose whatever you want. No aftermaths, no effects."