A/N IMPORTANT: For those of you that have been reading this from before 11/20/14, many things have been changed. I have since deleted all of the chapters and now am rewriting and replacing them all one by one. This is a very lengthy process so I am very sorry for any waiting time. I also apologize for any confusion caused by the revisal of Heartbreak. There will be some plot changes so please bear with me on this.

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Cammie POV

Two years ago I left Gallagher willingly trying to find answers about the Circle of Cavan and my father. After being captured and being captive by the circle of nearly a year, escaping, losing my memory and part of my sanity, and finding my Dad's crude grave where he had been since shortly after he went missing- I was back. The halls still smelled the same, of age and the lemon-scented polish that the custodial staff used on the mahogany flooring. It was silent though. No longer did I hear the sound of hundreds of feet thumping down the stairs on their way to class. The noise of excited chatter about who-went-where and did what over break, and what plastic surgeon Mr. Smith had used was absent. A chime rang out among the quiet, the old grandfather clock in the entrance announcing the arrival of midnight. I crept silently towards the old dorm room that I had shared with my friends and then changed course at the last minute- I didn't want to wake them just yet. I continued on towards the ancient library, and stopped in my wake as I heard voices. Turning into the next doorway, I found myself among the rows of thousands of books. While keeping in the protective shadow of the bookcases, I looked towards the voices.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw who it was, if there were two people that I regretted leaving the most, it was these two. Mostly because I knew in my chest that they would never fully forgive me for leaving, which made the words I heard sound about a thousand times worse.

"Bex... These last few years have been really hard. On both of us. But, I think that I've started to fall in love with you."

They were sitting in front of the large fireplace, in those very arm chairs I had spent hours going over reviews and blueprints, discussing the Circle and our plans with them.

I could only see a slight outline, but I knew who they were.

"I feel the same, but-" she didn't finish her sentence before leaning up to kiss him.

Tears sprang to my eyes, my cheeks grew hot and red and in my haste to leave I knocked down a couple of books from the stack.

"What was that?" Bex turned around looking for the source of the thud, I crouched near to the ground in the corner. Once her eyes left the spot where I was hidden, I turned on my heal and ran, just as I was about to leave I heard Zach tell her that it was probably nothing.

He was right, it was nothing.

I was nothing.

All of my hopes of my life finally going back to normal shattered. It would never be the same, they wouldn't understand.

As I left Gallagher once again that night, I couldn't help but have the feeling that I wouldn't ever be coming back- that there wouldn't be anything to come back to.

The next morning, after spending the night in Joe Solomon's old cabin that had been empty since I had last came, I boarded a plane. I didn't particularly care where I was going, but something took me to England.

Once there I changed my name and identity- everything pertaining to my former self was wiped away. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't even close to the person I had been when I had originally left.

I now go by Rachel C. Abbey, and for the past one-and-a-half years I have been an agent for the MI6.

Once getting into the London, I accessed a trust fund that had been set up by my Dad in the event that anything happened to him in order to support my mother and I. There was around sixty thousand dollars in the account, over the years we had never had any reason to touch it so we never did. I withdrew only enough so that I could afford the first two months' rent of a small flat in the heart of the city, and some for food and other necessities. That first morning when I woke up in my new flat, once again jolted awake screaming from one of my more vivid night-terrors about the circle, I realized that I couldn't exactly walk right into the MI6 looking like myself, even though the agency was one of the most secure in the world, there was always the chance of a CoC mole. Also Bex's parents who were still active doing undercover work. My hair is now a dark brown and falls to my mid-back while my formally blue eyes are masked with grey contact lenses. Getting into the agency wasn't easy. It took weeks to forge the appropriate documents, after all, there was no way that the MI6 was just going to hire an operative that just waltzed in without the proper credentials. An entire life had to be created, a backstory with family and friends. Not an easy task.

But I did it.

Rachel C. Abbey, undercover operative for MI6, pleased to meet you.