It took Dylan a few minutes to realize Kennedy had left him alone. He looked at the stairs and understood she had disappeared to the second floor. He soon stood up from the stool and traveled toward the entrance area. Her words lingered in his mind as he picked up his bag from the floor.

It seemed more like he agreed with her when she said what happened in Japan meant nothing. Considering she was the one who suggested keeping everything a secret. And saying what happens in Japan, stays in Japan. What he actually felt was very different, it had always been that way. His mind naturally traveled back in time.

He picked up Kennedy at the airport she clearly visited to convince him to attend Martin's wedding, Dylan didn't care what the visit reason was, he just wanted to meet with her since it had been a while since he saw her.

Later that evening they dined at Dylan's favorite restaurant and afterward caught up with Kai and a few other friends in the club. The night seemed fun and Dylan wanted to show off his current life, he always felt worthless compared to his friends, but he turned his life around and felt proud of the success he had.

They both felt exhausted and returned back to Dylan's apartment, he prepared the guest room for Kennedy and after short goodnights, they each went separate ways. But Dylan had trouble falling asleep, he tossed and turned for a while and soon found himself in front of the guest room door. A big part of him hoped Kennedy was sleeping therefore his knock on the door seemed relatively silent.

"Come in," she said in a drowsy tone.

"I thought you are sleeping," Dylan said soon after opening the door.

"So why did you come?" she asked, lifting her eyebrow and holding a small smirk on her plump lips.

He didn't have an answer, the view of her caught him off guard. Kenney wore a blue silky robe, her tanned skin glowed in dim street light pouring through the unsealed window. She soon sat on the bed, brushing her long blond hair, she looked at Dylan seemingly waiting for an answer.

"I can't sleep," he finally replied.

"Me neither," she clarified, putting the hairbrush on a nightstand. "Come, sit down." Kennedy patted the bed.

"You said you are tired." Dylan stepped into the room, soon sitting at the end of the bed.

"I am but I can't sleep, timezones killing me," she explained, settling at the top of the bed. Dylan nodded in agreement. "And why are you not sleeping?"

"I have a bit of insomnia this week," he said, glancing at her through his shoulder.

"Oh shit," Kennedy put her palm on her mouth. She quickly moved closer to Dylan. "I completely forgot, it's your aunt's death anniversary." She crawled closer, hugging Dylan from the back.

"Yeah," he agreed, feeling her warm body pressing to his spine. Her hands hung on his shoulders and he took her forearm, caressing it lightly. "This time of year is always weird for me, I usually have nightmares for a few nights and then insomnia kicks in." Kennedy leaned closer to him, her loose hair gently brushing on Dylan's bare biceps.

"About what are your nightmares?" she whispered to his ear, her hot breath forcing Dylan to shiver.

"The past, my uncle," he said, turning to look at her. Kenney let go of him, just enough for him to face her, she still held him in her embrace.

He returned the hug, placing his chin on her shoulder and his hands on her shoulder blades. Kennedy caressed his neck and part of his hair as they stayed silent for a few moments.

Dylan's heartbeats increased and he slightly withdrew from her, just enough to glare into her eyes, they stared at each other for a few seconds. But Dylan soon placed his palm on her cheek, he felt her breathing increase, and still looking into her eyes he leaned in and kissed her.

To his surprise, he got an immediate, passionate response. At that moment he felt whole and all his worries vanished, they changed position, and soon Dylan lay on top of Kennedy, smooching her neck. He traveled lower with his lips, untying her robe and caressing her breasts. The rest of the night seemed like a long dream for Dylan.

He hoped Kennedy had told Martin about their time in Japan. Dylan wished many times that Kennedy would tell Martin about them and that trip, perhaps that way they could have more.

He craved something stable and hoped one day she would see a future with him, and even though it had been two years he wished she would come around and admit they could be more than friends.

With the memories of that night, Dylan crossed the living room of the cabin and turned off the light on the first floor as he reached the stair railing.

He climbed two steps, feeling wetness on his left sock. He looked down and the wooden step seemed damped, a small droplet of water fell on his forehead as he lifted his head to look at the roof. Dylan wiped the water from his face and climbed further.

The space seemed dark, just a moon in the wane glowed through the window on the roof. There was a door right in front of him as he left the stairs behind him. He wiggled the handle, but the door seemed locked. Dylan understood it was most likely the storage room Kennedy had mentioned earlier.

He traveled further, noticing a source of light coming deeper from otherwise dim space. Dylan traveled toward it, bypassing a door on the left side of the corridor. As a long corridor shifted to the right side, he found the source of the light. The door on the left side of the corridor held open. There was another door on the right side of the passageway and one more at the end of the corridor.

He halted in front of the open door, realizing Kennedy had occupied the room. Her unzipped luggage lay at the end of the bed, and a few pieces of clothing were spread on the mattress. Dylan stepped inside, but Kennedy wasn't there. Shortly after, he heard a running shower at the end of the corridor. He dropped his bag near the commode and decided to wait for her.

Dylan felt unsatisfied with the conversation they shared. Considering Martin will be around the remaining time they will spend here, he thought it was the best time to talk to Kennedy more. Not to mention, patience was never Dylan's strong side.

He looked around the room. The space seemed small and dull, like the rest of the cabin. In front of him stood a redwood kingsize bed and behind it were two dark windows. He turned around, back to the doorway. A redwood commode stood by the right side of the room's entrance.

It wasn't a piece of furniture that captured his attention; it was a mess on top of it. There laid pieces of paper, pencils, and some jewelry items, but a brown leather ledger remained a reason for him to step closer.

He picked up the book and flipped a few pages. They were full of scribbles, some parts written in an unknown language to Dylan. As he dug deeper into the ledger, it had just drawings of the same box Kennedy showed them a few hours ago. He found a Polaroid tucked in one of the book's last pages with a few more flips.

Dylan's eyes grew wide as he dropped the ledger back on the commode with a harsh thud. He stared at the image, scanning every inch of it. The picture captured five people; they held close to each other. Seemingly, it was a selfie as Martin's hand seemed to be stretched out. What remained nerve raveling for Dylan, he had no recollection of the time they took the photo. And he was in the image along with Kennedy, Martin, and two other people he couldn't recognize.

"What are you doing?" Kennedy asked in a harsh tone.

Dylan felt startled, and his hands slightly shook. Perhaps it was the view of her that surprised him or the harsh tone she used. Kennedy grabbed the picture from his hands as he lifted his eyes to look at her.

"I was looking for you," he said with a tremble in his voice. "When did we take the photo?" He looked at her, narrowing his eyes.

Kennedy dropped the photo on the ledger and walked further into the room. Her body held wrapped in a large blue towel, and her hair stayed twisted in a messy bun. What seemed unusual, she wore the necklace, presumably even in the shower.

"Why were you looking for me?" she asked, squatting in front of her suitcase.

"Answer my question first," he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't remember the date of the photo, it was probably one of the summers, I think," Kennedy responded, dropping pajamas on the bed.

Dylan took the photo again. "Who are they?" he asked, pointing to an unfamiliar boy and girl in the photo. "I don't know them."

The strange pair held similarities in their facial features. The guy's dark hair stayed chin length, and he was pressing closely to Kennedy. The girl stayed at the back of the group and her face seemed barely visible. Dylan couldn't place them anywhere.

"They are," she paused for a long moment. "We went to school with them."

Dylan dropped the photo on the commode and went closer to her. Martin was right, she acted strangely. Dylan felt the same way as soon as she called him and invited them to spend the weekend in this cabin. But he thought she needed time, he didn't want to pressure her for answers. At that moment, he lost his patience and needed to know everything.

"What is happening?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" She gulped, not meeting his gaze.

"You avoid some topics and it's not like you," he explained. "And most of your answers are very vague and feel bogus."

"I will tell you everything when it's needed," she explained and looked up at his eyes.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, you can talk to me," he said and gazed into her eyes. "About anything and everything, you want." He caressed her cheek with his thumb.

Her eyes stayed on him, forcing the heat to flow to Dylan's cheeks. The view of her always felt alluring despite how much or how little clothing she wore. Her lips stayed parted, and he wanted to kiss her. But she seemed vulnerable at that moment and the fact that she was lying about something prevented him from taking an action.

"I rather not go back," she said, gulping on air.

"Because despite what we said, those two weeks meant something," he said, and Kennedy nodded to his words as her eyes watered. "We could work," he added as she lowered her eyes. "It will never be too late." He lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes.

He hoped Kennedy finally saw something more and not just hooking up. After she traveled back from Japan, they stayed in touch, but for the first time, it felt strange. And Dylan finally felt ready to admit he couldn't be with anyone else.

"Everything changed, Dylan," Kennedy said in a whisper.

"Not for me," he said, moving his hand down her neck, causing her skin to visibly form goosebumps.

The atmosphere changed fast as Dylan's fingers touched Kennedy's necklace. His green eyes became bright blue. His body started to shake and he let go of Kennedy's neck. A strange, irritating sound reached his ears as the view in front of him seemed black. He started to fall and couldn't control the landing.

"Tardius," Kennedy mumbled just before Dylan slowly landed on the floor.

He heard her whisper the strange word, but soon he drifted into a dreamless sleep.