I stared at the paper with my mouth gaped opened. What? I feel blur now... But... Ah well! I sighed as I set the paper on the bed. This is just too much information to handle... And somehow, I could 'see' the person's name flash in my head but not long enough for me to grab it...

It's like déjà vu... As if I know that person.

And that was when someone touched me gently on the shoulder. I didn't even flinch. I didn't even show any reaction to the touch. I just sat there, switching my gaze between the laptop screen and the paper that was flapping on the bed due to the wind from the fan.

I can't believe what I had just read with my own eyes... It's too much for me to absorb in one go. I totally ignored the person behind me and continued spacing out.

"Hey," someone whispered into my ear gently, as if trying to comfort me.

But it's not helping. Actually, it's just more useless than anything.

I just ignored the voice, not bothering to see who the owner of the voice was, my body tensing up slightly. I felt the hand leave my shoulder. I heard soft footsteps pacing around in my room sounding hurried and hasty, but I was too caught up in my own world to actually bother to find out who was in the same room as me.

And all of a sudden, my laptop snapped shut.

At first I thought that it had closed on its own accord, which made me really surprised, and I jumped a little. And that was when I noticed a hand on my laptop. My eyes trailed up the arm of that person, slowly but surely making its way to his face.

First the eyes. Those striking grey eyes. Then, that brown hair. And overall, the softened look on his face. I know this guy, without doubt. I know that person way too well.

It's Gray.

And he's staring at me curiously.

And suddenly, a question crossed my mind. Did he see the email that I was reading just now? I hope he didn't; I don't want him to know. I want to keep the fact that Desmond is contacting me to myself. No one should know about this except me and Desmond and whoever he wants to tell.

However, one glance at his face tells me otherwise. He definitely saw it. But the question is, did he read its contents fully? But he might suspect something... Considering that he knows that I do not – or rather, rarely – receive emails...

"You saw it, didn't you?" I asked quietly, using all my willpower not to raise my voice or to speak loudly, because I know that if I do speak loudly, my voice will break.

He shot me a questioning and bewildered look, trying to act like he's innocent. That may be fooling other people, but not me. I know him too well to not know that this is just an act.

"You saw it right? Don't try to lie to me," I repeated louder this time, and, as I had suspected, my voice broke.

He tried to act innocent again. It was a futile attempt, considering that he's trying to lie to me. I'm not that stupid.

"Tell me. Don't try to lie," I said firmly, though the tears welling up in my eyes make me look just like some weak girl.

Why must I cry? I have stopped crying very often these past few weeks, but don't tell me that it's all coming back to me? Gray's eyes watched as my tears streamed down my cheeks in a never ending flow. I didn't even bother to wipe all the tears off. I just let it flow freely, my view of things slightly distorted from the tears gathered in my eyes.

His gaze on me softened a little, but I could see that his body was still tensed up. He made it seem as if he was hiding something from me. And maybe he is, but I just don't know it. Sucks to be me right?

"I did," he replied coldly, as if he didn't know me and he was talking to a stranger.

The tears continued flowing endlessly down my cheeks. I took a deep breath and willed myself to stop crying. And boy am I glad that that worked. I actually stopped crying. For once! Go willpower! After all, they do say that where there's a will, there's a way.

"Did you read it?"

Anger started boiling up in me. I don't know why in the world I feel angry. Or sad. Or disappointed. Or anything at that matter. Honestly speaking, I was too caught up in my own thoughts to feel anything. But I did feel anyway. And I feel these emotions for absolutely no reason at all.

He nodded stiffly. "Yes, I did."

I sighed, and the dam inside me broke. I could feel pools of tears gathering in my eyes, but it took all my strength to make sure that I do not let them roll down my cheek. I think I look desperate enough, thank you very much.

But that didn't work.

I gave up trying to look strong and my knees gave way and I collapsed to the ground, sobbing like there was no end. I feel hurt... Don't ask me why, but I just do. I hugged my knees, and at the same time, burying my face in them as well. The tears trickled down my face and down my legs, leaving a wet tear-stained trail behind it.

And Gray just stood there watching, with no attempt whatsoever to try and comfort me.

I don't know what has gotten into him lately. Normally, he would show some kind of affection or attempt to comfort me every time I cry. But from the looks of things, not this time. Instead, he just stood there, as stiffly as ever, looking at me as if he was watching a stranger by the roadside cry.

"Why?" I sobbed, my voice breaking even more than before, which totally ruined my attempt to try and sound brave and strong. "Why are you acting like this to me?"

I expected his voice to soothe me. To answer my question. To say that everything is ok. But it didn't came. Instead, silence greeted me into their arms.

"Why?" I breathed once more in the middle of my many sobs.

I have absolutely no idea what in the world is happening right now. No idea whatsoever. It's as if my mind is blank, or I was brainwashed. Why did the atmosphere suddenly turned so tensed? It's like that kind of stranger silence in a lift that makes you feel so awkward that you would prefer taking the stairs.

Maybe this atmosphere is the aftermath of what I had just read on that piece of paper and the computer screen. And of what Gray had read in my email.

And also, maybe of all the secrets we're both keeping to ourselves.

It was as if Gray had just read my mind. "Why didn't you tell me about that?"

"About what?"

I hastily wiped all my tears from my face away with the back of hand, doing a messy job of it, and looked up, looked at him.

"About that email. And possibly, the text messages and letters as well."

That totally caught me off guard.

"How did you know that he was sending me texts and letters?" I blurted out before I could even think.

My eyes widened in surprise when I just realised what I had just said. I can't believe I just said that. It totally blew my cover. So much for wanting to keep those to myself. I sighed.

And he mimicked me, he sighed as well, but for him, it was possibly from my ignorance. "I work for him, remember? I should know his tactics..."

Oh right. He works for him. Wait a sec! 'Work'? He didn't use past tense... Does that mean that he's still working for him?

I stood up shakily, willing myself to look at him straight in the eye, and at the same time, to keep my face straight and to look strong.

"What do you mean work?"

"I mean exactly what I mean. What are you stupid?"

His gaze on me hardened, which sent a chill down my spine. But what he said earlier hurt me more. I've got to control myself. It's ok, Willow. People said things like that when they are angry or have too many emotions at the moment.

"Why are you so angry?" I inquired.

"You wouldn't understand. But then again, you don't really know anything..."

"It's not like I don't know anything? It's everyone else's fault! They're always leaving me in the dark! Never telling me anything! I am sure I would understand if they did tell me anyway!"

Gray looked taken aback by my sudden outburst. For a split second, I thought I saw his gaze soften on me. But it turned out that I was either wrong, or he managed to hardened his gaze in the blink of an eye.

"Even if they did, I don't think you'd understand anyway."

"Try me," I challenged him.

"Fine."

He walked over to the living room, with me trailing behind him. He sat down on one side of it, with me sitting awkwardly on the other.

My eyes are dried now; after all, there's no use crying anymore. Heck. There was no use crying in the first place! But I did it anyway. I cried.

"Go on," I urged him when he didn't say anything.

When I saw his shoulders sagged, I knew that that couldn't be a good sign. He sighed. "But you wouldn't understand, even if you tried."

"Try me," I challenged once more.

He sighed once more. "You know how Desmond is the head of that organisation right?"

"Uh huh..." I replied absent-mindedly, sounding as if I've spaced out, but in reality, I haven't.

"You know how the organisation acts just like an assassination company right? By killing people just for money? And how Dina's involved? And how you ended up involved yourself right?" he blurted out all in one breath.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold up. I'm not following. I have no idea what you were blabbering about just now." I paused. "How does all this fit?"

He sighed for the third time under ten minutes. And he looked quite... Upset... And looking as if he does not like what he is about to do. Fear and worry started bubbling up inside of me.

"Willow," he said seriously.

And that made me really nervous. What is he about to say next? I do not like where this is going. But I have no choice. I'll have to find out where all these is leading to anyway.

"Willow," he said my name again. "I am the main reason for the death of your family."

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Please don't kill me! >3< I don't want to die! I'm sorry for giving a cliffie but this is how I want it to be... XD Anyways~ Lemme tell you all some epic things that happened in camp...

I somhow ended up playing this game called 'Chubby Bunnies' where you have to stuff marshmallows in your mouth and keep them there without chewing or swallowing and you have to say 'Chubby Bunnies' each time you pop a marshmallow in your mouth. Anyhoo~ I was playing that game with some others and we ran out of marshmallows... And we ended up using cheese and seaweed crackers as well. So disgusting.. You could taste the sweet, salty, seaweed-y and cheesy taste at the same time... Eww~ But it was fun! Especially when one of them had a phone call on the 12th round like that and another got a call on the 22nd call. It was so funny, because their mouths were so stuffed, it's hard to talk! Lolololol!

Anyways... Enough of me wasting your time! Bye bye! Stick around for more! XDD