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Morgans POV:

I gasped, and then wrapped my arms around his Neck as I kissed him back. I felt something open up between us, something that looked like a silver cord, and lightning flashed around us. I didn't resist the force that was pulling our Souls together, a touch that was light but almost irresistible, that was trying to draw out the most secret part of myself, and then the next second I was standing in a sunny place, but dark clouds loomed ahead and lightning flashed where the suns rays couldn't reach.

Where… was I?

In my mind. The thought came from all around me, soft as a whisper, a feather touch that shook me in my Soul. I looked up to see Callum standing in front of me.

It's… I couldn't find words to describe it. I looked around, and saw fragments of memories glinting in dark crystals scattered around. It was a dangerous place. I turned to look at one, when Callums voice stopped me.

Morgan… I looked up to see Callum staring at me. The expression on his face was vulnerable, and then he closed the few feet between us and looked down at me. This close, I could see the open vulnerability in his face, the fear that I would reject him for who he was.

Please, let me. I whispered.

I've done some things that I'm not proud of. He replied.

I touched him softly on the arm. So have I. but that doesn't mean that mean that I don't regret it. What we think of ourselves make us who we are, as opposed to what we do makes us like this.

He smiled at me gently, pain in his face. I wish you'd never grow up. The real world is hard.

I felt an ache in my Heart, and a face came to my mind. DON'T THINK ABOUT HIM! I felt dizzy, and stumbled.

Callum caught me and held me in his arms. Are you ok?

Yeah, thanks. I straightened up, but Callum kept me in his arms.

What happened? He asked.

It's nothing. I shook my head.

Morgan, please. He looked at me, and I drew my hair across my face. I couldn't. Morgan, Don't hide from me.

Please, It hurts too much. I hid my face, the tears threatening to spill. I felt Callums Mind around me, his protectiveness, and I felt a bit better, though not all.

I – And then I told him.

Callums mind was impassive, but I sensed a throbbing anger behind it. Anger for me. He hugged me, and didn't let go. I won't let him hurt you ever again.

I loved him for that.

I looked around and saw Callums memories. I gasped, and spun around to face Callum, all my Pain forgotten. You never told me you were Galen's Twin Brother!

He looked amused. You couldn't tell?

Well… I hesitated, thinking. You do look like him apart from your eyes.

He smirked. Is it that obvious? But I was born before him.

And by the way, you totally have a different attitude. I continued, ignoring him. I mean, you have a huge ego, and Galen's like the sweetest guy I've ever met. I wonder how that happened?

Callum looked wounded. Ouch! That injured my Pride.

Exactly. I glared at him, and then couldn't help burst out laughing. He looked startled, then burst out laughing as well.

You know, sometimes you remind me of Jekyll and Hyde. I said after a long pause. It's like, sometimes you're so sweet and act like Galen, and then other times you act confident and have a really great personality and humour. I don't get it.

It's just the way I am. Galen replied lightly, shrugging his shoulders.

I like it, though. I reassured him.

We stayed like that for ages, sharing our Secrets, things we could never tell anyone else but each other, until it was time to get back.

I lifted my head from Callums shoulder and blinked, wondering where I was. Then the memories came flooding back, and I looked up and saw Callum looking at me, a soft smile on his face.

He grinned. "Hey, Morgan."

I groaned and stretched, noticing the way his eyes followed my every movement. "What time is it? It seemed like hours."

He looked at the Clock. "Around :00."

I gasped, and craned my neck to see the time myself. He was right. It was 8:00. "But – It was just 3:00 before!"

"Time flies." Callum agreed.

"What about the others?" I asked.

"What others?" Callum looked at me quizzically.

"You know, the others in the Mansion?" I flapped my hands about, trying to indicate what I meant.

"They'll be doing their own things. Why are you so worried?" He asked, a corner of his mouth lifting up.

"I don't want them to think we're doing something." I glared at him.

He laughed, and I blushed. Gosh, I sounded like an overdramatic Drama Queen, which I was so not. Really.

"They'll be wondering where we've got to, so if you don't want them thinking we're doing something, you could come down and eat now, unless they've already ate." he pointed out.

"Fine." I grumbled, was just about to stalk out the Door when he grabbed me around the waist.

"What's wrong?" He asked, all traces of humour gone from his face.

"I just- I don't know any of them, and I'm the youngest person here, so what will they think of me?" I muttered.

"Look, they won't say anything. Trust me. Morgan, they really like you." He said.

I smiled, and all the tension left my body. When he put it that way, it seemed stupid to think like that. And Soulmates are always right.