Chapter 10: Some Questions Should Not Be Answered

The next day, Dia, being the suspicious girl that she is, decided that she would go and ask Katie herself if she had been the one who knocked on the door. 'Katie wouldn't give me a present. We're not too good of friends…Maybe Gina was lying, but I can't just accuse her without any evidence, can I?' Dia pondered to herself. She promptly left the mansion in search of the one who supposedly gave her the gift.

Kurt was walking to work with his ladder, like always, but today, he spotted Dia up ahead walking towards him. 'How strange…Dia never goes into town.'

"Uh, hey, Dia. What are you doing?" Kurt asked, slightly confused.

"Nothing of your concerns." She walked off past him. She passed all of the stores until she got down to the lake. She opened the door to the Café and…

"Dia? Is that you?" The young girl asked her coming closer. "You're never in here. What brings you here today?"

"Did you or did you not come to the mansion yesterday?" Dia asked as if she was interrogating the poor Katie.

"Why, no I didn't come there yesterday. I was here all day. Why? Did something happen?"

"Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering," Dia replied in her usual stately manner. "Well, goodbye, Katie." She left just like that, without even waiting for a "goodbye" back.

Katie pouted. "Fine then! Goodbye…" She wanted to be let in on all the little excitement the Valley did have. She was…bored.

Dia walked on the path in disappointment. 'Who had sent me the gift? Why? Why me? It's almost an irrational idea to do such a…'

She continued on the path asking all the people she ran into if they had been over at the mansion and who's basket was left on the ground outside of her front door, but all the replies were the same.

"No, I'm sorry." No one knew. 'Except, maybe, Gina.'

When she returned to the mansion, she found exactly who she was looking for. "Gina!"

"Yes, Miss Dia?" Gina asked softly yet unaware of the upcoming danger.

"Who gave me the basket of blueberries?"

"I don't kno-"

"Yes, you do. You lied about Katie being at the door. Now, who gave me that basket?" Dia said growing impatient.

"I-I was told not to tell you," Gina said with quivering lips, "but I guess I should tell you."

"Well, who was it?"

"It, it was," Gina paused, "Mister Kurt."

Dia just stood silently. She was shocked. Her mouth hung partially open. 'Him?!'

"Gina, could you just…get him down her for a moment."

"Yes, ma'am!" Gina scurried up the stairs. A few moments later, Dia heard footsteps descending the stairs. Then they stopped. There he was in front of her. Same goofy hair and appalling dirty clothes.

Before he could say anything, Dia pointed to a chair and simply said, "Sit." Her face was again, showing no emotions. He sat down cautiously.

"Look at me!" Dia demanded. He couldn't…His eyes were just to the left of hers. "Look straight into my eyes!" She demanded again. This time though, he looked into her eyes, the most beautiful eyes in the world. He tried so hard to prevent it, but he blushed slightly. This time though, she was close enough to see it, but nothing about her changed.

"Why did you give me that basket? I know you did so don't lie to me."

'Lie to you? Never.' "I thought you deserved it. That's all."

There was a pause of silence. Something seemed to hang over them. Something…intoxicating. Then, out of nowhere, Dia outstretched her arm and released it, her hand making contact with Kurt's face. She had slapped him and he just sat there. He looked back up to her now angry eyes. He showed no anger in his eyes and it angered Dia even more. She outstretched her other arm and slapped him on the other cheek. He just sat there again only this time his face was red on both sides. This time though, Dia's eyes were watering.

"I don't need anything from you!" She yelled angrily. She ran away up to her bedroom and slammed the door.

Kurt stood up. Out of his pocket he picked out a small piece of paper and a pen, and he wrote.

Dia lay on the wet floor crying softly. Soon, she heard footsteps. "Go away!!" She screamed. She didn't care who it was, but she was in no mood to see anyone. She looked at the door. A paper was pushed through the bottom crack of the door. The noise of the footsteps started up again and slowly faded away. Dia stood up and picked up the little piece of paper. In between some crying she read the note:

Dia, I'm sorry.

She dropped the paper and it glided down to the floor. She looked out the window. There he was, walking away. She slid back to floor and continued to cry.