Grayson leaned back into the seat, not knowing whether to smile or laugh. Guilt and happiness twirled continuously inside him.

He had judged her to be no different from them.

But he was wrong. One he's happy about. Yet guilty, for judging her wrongly. For not chasing after her and asking questions till he gets the answers.

“ Gray.” Her soft voice called, “ Answer me, have we met before?”

He looked at her, eyes so soft and tender that it almost melted her into the seat.

“ Hm.” He nodded. “ We've met before. And we were so close.” He smiled. “ Almost inseparable.”

“ Really? How come I...