Willow's POV

The next time I woke up, my memories are all in one huge jumble in my head. So, I just laid there, on the hard metal bunk bed, alternating between trying to get some rest (who knows what they're going to do to me, so rest is important), and just opening my eyes and trying to think.

And slowly but surely, the memories came back to me.

My family had died in a car crash when I was merely fourteen. Well, except my mum, who disappeared soon after. And then, I met Gray, and we became best friends, and soon, something more: a couple.

And soon afterwards, things got a little – how do you phrase this? – hair wired.

I started receiving threats, And then, a visit from the guy himself. And apparently, Gray knows him. And the threats just keep on coming. And that is the story of how it all happened.

And now, I want to find out if Alex is really alive or not. I got hit on the head, and the nightmares came. And finally, that little... Scene... That Gray pulled off before I drifted off to my dreamless sleep.
[Flashback]

"You were just using me all this time, weren't you? Don't try to deny it. You were just using me so that that little wicked plan of yours could work out. You never loved me in the first place. You have always been putting your job above me all this time. But—But then, why—"

Gray cut me off before I could even finish saying whatever I wanted to say. He pulled me closer to him, our lips crashing gently against each other's. His lips were pressed on my own, ever so gently. It's such an amazing feeling, really.

The warmth from the kiss started spreading throughout my whole body. It's just such an indescribably feeling. It made me... So vulnerable. To my emotions threatening to spill out from me at any time now.

He pulled away too soon. "Shh..." he said gently to me. And within seconds, I was crying non-stop; all my emotions all pouring out from me at the same time. I just can't help it. He makes me vulnerable. He makes me weak. He knows exactly what makes the dam burst from within me.

He is my weakness.

I miss him so much, but I just do not want to admit it. And I most definitely don't believe anything that he says.

He pulled me close, and I didn't resist. I buried my face into his shirt, and his wonderful smell filled my nostrils. And I just continued crying. And crying. And crying. And crying. And crying. With no end.

I simply couldn't accept the reality of it all. It's all just way too much for me to compute all at once. It's just... It's just too much. And I don't like it. At all. Not even a single bit of it all. It's just so... Sick. Everything is.

I slowly regained my senses as the tears started to pour out less and less.

"Shh..." he breathed, pressing a finger gently on my lips.

I sobbed, with no tears.

I soon felt something both itchy and painful on my left arm. And I don't think that it is anything healthy for me. But then again, since when are insect bites dangerous? Maybe it's just a sting by a bee. But I can't exactly do anything about it right? So, I just ignore it.

Gray pushed me into a lying position on the hard metal bunk bed. And I just let him do it.

"Gray..." I whispered weakly.

"Willow," he started, saying in a voice that is so soft and sounded full of passion. "I just want you to know, that no matter what, I will always love you."

Lies. All lies. None are real. But something inside of me keeps on telling me to believe what he says. Which just proves how much I need him back. But I can't let him influence me. If I am to be strong, I have to stand on my own two feet, and not like a tower with a support. Because once the support falls back, the whole thing will just crumple to the ground, to one huge lifeless heap.

I shook my head only so slightly, and pushed him away from me with all my might, which I know is not much. "Just leave, please," I commanded.

But he ignored me.

I started to feel drowsy. I closed my eyes, and the darkness soon consumed me and brought me into slumber land without dreams.

[End of Flashback]

"Willow..." a low and slightly intimidating voice reached my ears.

I shot up from the bunk immediately, startled.

Someone stepped out from the shadows of the room, and into sight, slightly illuminated by the soft flickering of the yellow fluorescent bulb. Well, two people anyway. And I have a strong hunch that I have met them before. Or at least, know them.

"Nice to meet you again," the olive green eyed man said.

I sucked in a deep breath. Don't make a huge fool of yourself.

"Aaron? Thomas? Is that you?"

They both nodded. "That's us."

"I'm honoured you still remember us," Thomas replied.

I can't believe it. What are they doing here? They seemed like such nice guys the last time I met them. I guess that's why the saying goes 'don't judge a book by its cover'. How true is that saying, especially in this situation.

"What are you doing here?" I blurted out before I could even stop myself.

Real smooth Willow. Real smooth.

Aaron scoffed at my question. "What are you doing here?" he mocked me.

I glared at him. How rude of him to say that. I can't believe myself. How I trusted this guy without a care when I almost literally bumped into him outside my apartment building. How I did not think of anything suspicious. How I remembered their driver looked almost like Gray.

"The answer is simple my dear: I work here."

I blinked rapidly at him; unable to digest the information that he just spilled.

"What?" I exclaimed.

Oh no... Not another one. Oh Willow. Real smart. You really, really got yourself tangled up in this huge mess which you can't even get yourself out from.

"Oh, yup..." Thomas replied nonchalantly, shrugging at the same time.

I have an all-important question to ask. How many more people work here? Because from what I can gather, almost everyone I know seems to be working here.

"We're Desmond's assistants. Second in command, I guess you could say that..."

Oh gosh...

"Please just shut up..." I begged them.

"Why should we?" Aaron asked, as if that was the most ridiculous 'question' in the world. "We did come in here for a reason you know. You'd think that our dear Willow would have figured that out by now."

Pleas shut up. Please shut up. Please shut up. Please shut up. Please shut up. And you, Willow, don't say anything. But 'true to myself', I said something anyway."

"So what do you two want?"

"Oh, nothing much..." Thomas answered my question, as if trying to keep me in suspense.

"Just wanted to tell you something important," Aaron continued.

This can't be good at all. Things like these are never good. No wonder they say that we should never trust strangers.

This is definitely not good.

Not now.

Not ever.

"My dear Willow," Aaron started. "Have you ever heard of the phrase 'Yesterday was history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called a present'?"

The pair remained quiet, as if silently challenging me to say something or to respond.

"I would prefer not to know anything," I croaked.

"Oh fine. Suit yourself," Thomas replied, in a matter-of-factly tone of voice.

Thomas walked away, and exited the cell, leaving Aaron behind. He walked towards me, so close, until I could literally feel his hot breath against my face. I shuddered. I do not like this feeling. No one can get this close to me...

Except Gray...

I pushed the thought away from my mind. I mustn't think of Gray if I am to get over him.

"Enjoy the remaining time you have in this world," Aaron whispered into my ear, very eerily, making me remember that he was in the same room as me.

He chuckled, and walked away, out of this room, leaving me in bewilderment of what had just happened.

Of what he had just said.