"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me, mai" the voice replied.

This voice is so familiar like I heard it so many times; it's ghastly and weak yet so soothing.

Off all the people I know, off all the people I remembered only one person came into my mind.

I gasped, "GENE?!"

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"GENE?!" she gasped.

The world would have gone insane, right? The face she has come to despise so much in her last seven years, though she knew it wasn't his fault, nor was it hers. She couldn't help it; it is as if a lone antidote in her blood. It wasn't him she hated the most it was his mere reflection, the one who was sadistic, cold and wounded with no beating heart what so ever. The man who was standing before her was nowhere near the fault of the catastrophe she faced, but that doesn't mean he was not the partner crime. Maybe if he would have told her the truth in first place, she wouldn't have gotten hurt the way she did.

Maybe if he stood beside her that day. The day she confessed her love the one that stirred something inside of her for the first time in those sixteen years and if only he would have confronted his brother and could told him he was wrong or if only he would have guided her like the way he told her he was her guidance spirit, when the reality of her being struck her, when it felt like the ground beneath her feet's would slip away, he was never there for her. However all those things that could have happened were place under title of 'if and maybe'. That same man was standing front of her looking as young and fine like the first time she met him, smiling apologetically.

Though it was a sincere smile, she didn't want anything more than to smack that smile off of his face. Anything he would only reflected the actions of the man she despised.

'Oliver Davis"

Who knew deep down somewhere she was also great full for him that he left her alone. That she found herself and who truly she is, and made her stronger.

So many emotions crossed her mind and soul. They were so vivid through her eyes, trying spill them self out. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, when she opened those pretty dark eyes of her those emotions were not visible anymore, like she had caged them somewhere, somewhere so deep down only she knows.

"Why are you here, Gene?" the named rolled of her tongue as if she had taken the bitterest pill in her life.

That apologetic smile instantly fell down

"I see you're not in the mood to talk right now"

His face contorted with sorrow.

"I thought you should have known, after all you're my spirit guider"

"Mai-!" gene started but soon composed him.

The girl was surprised that was the first ever she had seen him lost himself though it was short it was still there, never had she ever seen him raise his voice. But of course she wouldn't tell.

Taking a deep sigh he started again.

"I am really sorry for what I did okay, I really am, but I need to tell you something and you really need to listen carefully. I want you to be prepared okay?"

"What more worst could it be? Hun?" she replied, crossing her arms.

The silence fell upon them for quiet few seconds before, Mai broke it off.

"Tell me."

End of the chapter!