Sorry I'm late with this chapter! It was my brother's birthday yesterday so I was exhausted when we got back and collapsed. Not to worry! I'm fine now and writing this chapter! (I mean, if you're reading this, it obviously means I'm fine.)

Anyway, after some thinking and a bit of feedback, I decided today's chapter will involve "Bullet" again! But...It's not so cheerful this time. To the chapter we go.

"Hey, Bullet, could I ask you to look after Junior again? I'm busy today."

"Sure. Not like I haven't been doing that for the whole holiday so far. By the way, what's with the get up? And...on a Saturday?" Garrett was dressed in a black tuxedo, complete with the dress shoes.

"It's...an important event. Sorry for forcing this on you."

"It's fine... Have a nice day." I kissed him on the cheek and he returned it with a kiss on my cheek before stepping out of the house. I stretched and headed back into the living room, where Junior and I had been watching some TV. Moments later, loud thunder crackled outside. Looking out the window, I saw dark clouds gathering. Darn. And I don't think Garrett had an umbrella with him when he left. But where could he have gone...? With no other options, I decided to ask Junior.

"Hey, Junior? Do you know what day it is today?"

"A Saturday?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, other than that. Is today anything important?" Junior looked at the calendar then frowned. "Well...?"

"Today's...the day Papa and Dad got married. And...also the day Dad died." That cleared things up. The get up, the strange day, even...that solemn look that was on Garrett's face as he left.

"Hey, Junior, you can take care of yourself, right?"

"Yeah...?- Hey, Dad!" I got up, grabbed an umbrella and dashed out of the house. I don't understand. I thought we were close. I thought we trusted each other. So...why didn't he tell me about today? Running down the street, I made my way towards the cemetery. As if he was waiting for me, Garrett stood at the entrance.

"So...You found out."

"W-why...didn't you tell me?!" I was panting, out of breath, as drops of water started to drop on my head.

"...I didn't want you to know. I wanted to keep you happy. Plus...I honestly don't deserve you. You're young. You're cheerful. And you're gorgeous. I'm just a single father trying to raise his son, who's not even technically his son! To make things worse...If I came here with you...I feel like I betrayed him."

"...Adam?"

"I...promised to love him and only him. Yet...After he died...Here I am, going after someone that looks almost identical to him... It makes me sick to the core how wrong and twisted this is..." I opened the umbrella and held it over our heads.

"Garrett... I'm not him. And I know that. I'm sorry that I'm not. But if I was...I'd ask you to move on. I wouldn't want someone like me holding you back from loving. Just...don't forget me." He started laughing...it was a sad laugh, with tears slowly dripping down.

"That's exactly something he'd say...He never was one to take pride in himself...But you're right." I started hugging him, tightly.

"I'm sorry you had to fall for me. I'm also sorry I even look like Adam."

"No, you don't need to be sorry. This is my fault."

"Garrett-"

"But because it is, I'll see it through to the end. I've already sinned. No point regretting it now. Let's...see Adam now." I let him go and we walked over to a gravestone that rested under a big tree.

"Hey Adam. It's been another year, huh? Time sure passes. Look, I know I promised you. And I almost never broke my promises. But...I did. I fell in love again. Here he is. Funny, huh? How similar to you he looks? He even acts like you a bit. His name's Bullet. He's a bit younger than you were. It's...been really fun. I've been smiling. Junior's been smiling. And he's the reason. I hope you can forgive me, wherever you are." I silently stood by his side, holding out the umbrella when he turned to me.

"Hey, Bullet, mind giving me some time alone? I...wanna...spend a bit of time with him."

"It's fine. Just don't catch a cold." I gave a short prayer before walking off towards the entrance. On the way, I stopped at a strange sight. There was a Samurott kneeling in front of a gravestone with a bouquet in his hands in the pouring rain. I walked over and held my umbrella over him.

"It's raining quite heavily. You might catch a cold."

"Heh, sorry I don't care about my health more. I'm just...mourning my better half." The gravestone simply read 'In Loving Memory Of MS'

"Your better half? So you two were...?" He chuckled slightly at my question.

"No, we weren't dating. He was...I guess you could say...my twin."

"O-oh, sorry for misunderstanding." It was then I noticed he was still holding onto the bouquet. "Why don't you put the bouquet down?"

"These aren't for him. They're...for someone else."

"...Yellow Chrysanthemums. In the language of flowers, they stand for sorrow or...neglected love."

"Bingo. I...should have treated him with better care. Yet...I was naive. I thought we had forever to spend together but...I was careless...Funny. I only know this because he liked flowers so much..."

"I'm...so sorry. I shouldn't have butt in. I'm just a stranger."

"N-no, it's fine. Besides, it's been a while since I got to have a nice conversation with someone." He finally got up and turned towards me.

"Well, nice to meet you. I'm...Bullet... Hello...?" He was staring at me, flabbergasted for some reason. He was visibly shaking. W-wait, he started crying!

"I-It's...you... After so long..." He suddenly embraced me in a hug.

"U-ummmm...I-I...think you have the wrong person."

"No, I'd never get it wrong. You're exactly the same..." He kept hugging me while I awkwardly stood there. The tension was suddenly cut when Garrett's voice called out.

"Bullet? What are you- Wait. You're..." The stranger looked past my shoulder at Garrett and let me go but held onto my shoulders.

"I'm sure we'll meet again. I promise." He smiled at me, while showing that he had swollen red eyes. In that split second, he let go, threw the bouquet into the air and took off running. I would have chased after him but Garrett grabbed me and hugged me from behind.

"...Don't go. Please." That was the first time...I'd ever heard Garrett so desperate. And the way he was hugging me, it was if his life depended on it. We just stood still, him hugging me, in silence while the umbrella was pelted by the heavy rain. I didn't get a single thing that just happened. But something inside me gave me a sick feeling. Things didn't look pretty.

So...Yeah. That was...yeah. If you want to know what in the world that was, stayed tuned!

Until then, I bid you adieu again.