I'm done eating. It's been more than an hour, I wonder when he's going to come back. The left part of Adonis' room is so untidy. I did not notice it until after I walk over to take a look into his walk-in closet and I find black clothes scattered everywhere on the floor of his closet.
Guess what I also found in there?
A guitar. I wonder if it's for him or for his first mate, Sophia?
There's a stack of boxes in one of the shelves in the closet. I'm curious to know what he stores up there even though there's a voice in my mind telling me what I'm about to do is wrong.
I wouldn't want anyone to snoop into my privacy either, so why am I interested in snooping into his privacy?
Ladies and gentlemen, the answer is because Adonis is still a mystery to me. The Greek God is an unsolved puzzle
