Synn has never been confused in such a complex state before in his life. He knew something was wrong but he couldn't just place his fingers on the head. He sat down next to the window in his room watching the outside activities. He needed to wrap things around his head. He needed answers to what happened and who caused it.

Meanwhile, Linda was in the library loafing on the brownish leather lounge fixed at one end of the room. She also needed to take a break in her own little space and just blank out all the problems she's been facing recently.

Finding out about her family's secret

Synn's cruel way of hurting her; And

The blood in the toilet

Strange things.

As problematic as it could sound, she knew something wasn't right. Somewhere in her life and outside of it. Her hands travelled to her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her earlobes. She was tired of everything going wanting back to her normal life. Even if it wasn't the best life in the world, she was still happy being with people that she loved. She still liked it even if it wasn't delightful. Having her mother was enough for her, the little moment was what she loved the most. But since the day she's been thrown in the deranged mess of such life she was in right now, confusion was only what took her away.

Sure, she had made friends and made them close but nothing could be compared to her life with her family.

"You've been sitting down all day on that little space of yours. Care to share what's on your mind?" Owel appears out of the bloom from the corner of the shelves. Linda wondered if he ever go out of the library since the only day she saw him out was the first day she saw Silver.

"I can't explain." Her chest was loaded with grief. "No one would understand me."

Her words were deep with hidden meaning which made Owel curious. He never expected such words from such an innocent and little girl. Inside of her was broken glasses piercing her soul but she made no noises to let people know.

He sits down next to her on the wooden stool. He digs his hands into his pocket and brings out a locket.

"You know, a problem shared is half solved. Maybe I wouldn't understand but at least tell me what you feel."

Linda mildly takes a glance at Owel. His long fingers were holding a locket in his fist. She squints her eyes, standing up from lying flat on her tummy. She still believed he would never understand her but he was asking nicely. Maybe telling him won't hurt her.

"I feel lost." She breaths out, her eyes dropping low. "I just can't find happiness in this house. I don't like here. I want and long for my home."

"But this is your home," Owel interjected.

She shakes her head, fingers placed flatly on her knees. "This is not my home. If it was, I wouldn't feel lost or feel derived."

Owel didn't know what to say simply because he didn't know where she was coming from. Linda was being honest with him when she said he wouldn't understand but he was trying to.

"You know what I use to tell myself?" He asks, his eyebrow-raising up. Linda peeks from her eyelashes and with a shake of her head.

"That even from the littlest thing, you still find happiness. Maybe where you are today is where you are meant to be even if it's not the prettiest thing."

She looks at Owel with a look of admiration. He spoke so differently that it melted her heart. But she still refused to believe. He was wrong.

"I don't think so. Not everything is meant to make you happy. A lot of them is made to make you feel worse about yourself." She was talking about Synn.

She looks up at him, her eyes catching the locket. "You own a locket?"

He looks down at the bright Silver locket dangling in his hands. "Yes." He says.

"It belongs to my sister." He says reaching out to scratch his neck in tactlessness. He never liked talking about his sister to anyone. She was someone important in his life that wasn't needed to be talked with. The locket he held belonged to his sister before she died. She died of being stabbed by his own father. Thinking about it made his blood boil. He remembers clearly the cold night of the incident. He saw his sister in his father's claws with a knife constantly being stabbed into her chest. On this day forth, he still had dreams about it.

"What happened to her?" Linda asked switching the conversation right on him. She admired such a piece of accessories.

"She's died." He says evidently like a piece of white bread.

Silence consumes the whole room in the warm afternoon. She instantly regrets asking.

"Uh-i'm sorr-"

"Save your breath." He says coldly but it wasn't directed to her. "It's something to not remember." The grip on the locket increases while he stares off into space.

L I N D A

I watch the grip on his sister's locket get tight. There was so much pain in his voice that it flowed so unobstructedly from his mouth. I wanted to stand up and give him a hug telling him that everything is going to be alright. I can't understand how it feels to lose someone you love so much but Owel's words and actions were enough to see that it's not a good experience.

"How old was she?" I could barely hear my own voice. It sounded so rasps and low that I couldn't even figure out my tone. He looks up at me from looking down at his locket. He licks his lips from dehydration.

"She died on her birthday on the third of March." I felt my heart squeeze inside my chest, my palm was moist. That was the most horrid thing I've ever heard in my life; dying on your birthday. Birthdays were meant to be remarkable and special but his sister was probably the worst.

"That's tragic." I swallow balancing myself on the couch. "You guys sounded close," I told going back to not-my favourite sibling relationship with Elijah. We were never close, talk less of talking to each other. Elijah was the complete opposite of me. He was more like his father with the same features.

"This locket is the only thing I have of her after her death." I see him squeeze back the locket into his blue jean pocket.

This couldn't be worse. Between the minutes he wanted to know about my feelings, we were both focusing on the sad topic of his sister's death. I didn't want to make it sadder than it was.

"I guess you were right. You find happiness even in the slightest thing just like your sister's locket. Seeing it makes you happy."

But sad to remember her death.

"I guess. Now, let's switch the matter back to you." I see his lips curl into a small smile.

"Why aren't you happy? You have your perfect mate next to you with those three goody-goodies shoe girls downstairs. He says trying to find out about my reasons for sadness.

Perfect mate indeed.

Obviously, Owel was unaware of the mask Synn wears. Behind that wretched mask was something horrible. A long trail of horror.

"Sure I have all those things but I don't have a family. It's not the same thing." I explain coming out with some points. I'm sure he could relate to having no family members by his side.

He rubs the skin under his yellow glowing eyes. "You're right. You're just as complicated as my life. I can't understand you."

I was glad he backed down. My feelings were not easily explained because by now I'm tired of explaining to him how I feel.

"Do you always stay here in the library?" I ask, curiously peeking out.

"Not really. Of course, I have to eat and bath." He says not giving a lot of information about where he stays.

I stand up from the couch ready to leave. This was the most relaxing but sad conversation I'd ever engaged myself in. I'm glad it had to be with Synn. He shared such personal details with me which was very brave of him. "See ya," I say closing the door behind me. I was going to go outside and explore more of the exteriors.

I skip down the stairs, my hands gliding down the metal rail. I heard this house had a swimming pool at the back. I was eager to see it.

I slip on some comfortable slippers, my big toes and index toe hanging around the tie of the palm slippers. I was ready to explore. I open the entrance of the door to be greeted with the warm sun rays. It was sunny outside with just the right amount of temperature; just perfect. I walk around the big house, the pavement scraping under my feet.

I take a curve to the left where I see the bathing sun on the blue water; the pool.

I feel my inside burst out with joy knowing that I was close to something beautiful. I see the beautiful coffee brown and black tiles nailed around the corner of the pool. The touch of green grass only made it even more beautiful as it stood out. I spot three orange beach umbrellas at the left corner with a black laid bench for relaxing underneath. It was beautiful.

"Never expected to find you." I hear the familiar voice of Jack. I turn around to face his large body frame. He had two coloured buckets in his hands with dirt scattered all over his hands and legs.

He wasn't just standing alone. He had another male next to him with the same colour of buckets and sandy legs.

"Hi, I'm Nicholas and welcome to the pool." The other male greeted me as I eyed his hairy legs. I give him a small smile.

"Linda," I reply shortly. I glance back at Jack and asked. "Why are you guys dirty?"

"Well, what a way to say it out like that." I giggled at his words. "We were just trimming down some flowers at the backside." He replied.

"What are you doing here? You swim?" Nicholas questions holding a compelling gaze with his brown eyes. He was a little shorter than Jack but more muscular than him. His hairy legs were shown on full display. His hair was similar to mine; dark locks. His eyebrows were full and thick you could mistake it for one with mascara.

"No. I was just checking out the pool." I say glancing back to the clear blue waters.

"That's cool. We have to get going. I can't stay in this dirty skin any longer." Jack says with a little twig of disgust in his voice.

I see Nicholas scoff and muttered something under his breath as they both walk away past me.

I take my time to approach the pool, my slippers grazing the tiles. It was just too beautiful to get any dirt on it. I peep into the big ground pool to see the blue clear water and my reflection on it. It was wavy with the clear view of my face and the orange sun above my head. I imagine myself with my whole body deep into the pool while I dance around the corner enjoying the touch of the drops of it on my skin.

"You're so sneaky yet smart. Why don't you go ahead and jump into the blue pool then?" I gasp with a sudden jerk of my body backwards.

I barely noticed I was close to the pool when I feel my feet close to the edge. My body was lunged backwards, my eyes shutting close as I see myself being pulled inside the dangerous pool.

I abruptly feel a hand grab me by my left wrist pulling me forward before my body came in contact with the cold water. The air around me was fast, all of it going against me to touch me. I let out a puff of air.

"Be careful there, sweetheart."

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