Most of the day had passed with them reading. There was a lunch break in between, but that was it. Otherwise, she moved her sitting position on the couch several times, while Drem adjusted to her changing locations. The plot had carried the protagonist into a cave on the island which was mostly flooded.

Currently, the main character was acquiring diving gear to search the cave, since she had discovered that the murderer had never left the island. The facts had all pointed to the individual being in the cave, even though it was flooded. So, they thought that it would best to at least check the area.

(F/n) wasn't looking forward to reading that part due to her recalling the fountain incident. It wasn't not like showers or baths bothered her, but being under water for a long duration of time didn't sit well with her anymore. Drem had ruined any ideas about scuba diving over one of her breaks for her.

What helped her carry on with the book was that both the protagonist and she were on a mission for answers. They would plunge into the dark depths of the unknown to find something of value. In all honesty her maddening situation aided her in appreciating mystery books more. Answers weren't easy to come by, and they sometimes required putting one's life on the line. Of course, she didn't have a choice to opt out of the life or death situation; she had been thrown right into it in the beginning.

By the time that she finished reading the text, it was nine in the evening. She closed the book and received no protest from Drem, as he hopped off of her lap and headed into the kitchen. If only she could solve the mystery before her.

As she sat on the couch and debated on various theories, she concluded that Drem killing Evelyn wasn't a bizarre option. The male had proven himself capable of violent acts. Not to mention that he was sadistic at times as well. Besides, there was no question that Drem despised the female.

Granted, she didn't want to ask him if he killed her directly. She didn't know how he would react to such an accusation, but she wished to confirm it at the same time. Her eyes looked over to the kitchen and the now moving dishes. Maybe, she would wait until he put the knife down and was back in his monkey form.

So, she waited and was soon presented with a plate of macaroni and cheese along with a small salad. She ate in silence after she pulled him up onto the couch at his request. After a few bites, though, she felt the need to ask; she had waited long enough. "Did you by any chance kill Evelyn?"

His glass eyes met hers, but she couldn't read him. Cold went by her before paper and a pen rested on the coffee table. Finish your dinner, and we'll talk afterwards. I want you to focus on the food that I made you first.

How could she focus when there was a pressing question to solve? Regardless, she did follow his request, well more like demand. If it meant that she would receive an answer, she would go along with it. Upon completing her meal, she set the dishes aside and indicated for him to proceed.

I was going to wait a little longer until I told you anything about what specifically occurred five years ago, since it could drastically change your opinion of me. Then again, your feelings towards me are progressing slower than I thought.

So, maybe I need to have you understand the situation, and how I became this way. I do want you to fully comprehend why I don't want to let you go, especially after you comforted me the other day. I just ask you to keep an open mind and try to grasp how things looked from my perspective. Can you agree to sit here and listen for the entire time?

"Yes, I just desire to learn about how everything came to be this way. Just don't expect me to like you in the remaining days anymore than I do now. No matter the reasons behind all of your actions, you still committed them. I can offer you forgiveness but even that may be hard for you to attain from me. As for my acceptance and/or love, you'll have to reach out farther than the Milky Way."

I suppose that I can accept those conditions. Well, I'll begin then. A little over five years ago, Nathan and I were walking down Tenth Street in this town. As you know, that's in the downtown area here. We were on our way to the local antique shop, since Nathan had heard that a new and valuable piece had just arrived.

The weather was cloudy, so we were hurrying to reach the shop, since we didn't want to get caught in any potential rain. In our hurry, however, we didn't notice the approaching nuisance. Nathan ran into her, causing the woman to nearly fall onto the pavement of the sidewalk. Fortunately for her, Nathan caught her in time. It would have been better if she had fallen obviously.

Regardless, he caught the damsel in distress and asked if she was alright. I could have cared less about her, and I assumed that Nathan would send her off on her way soon. Much to my chagrin, he did the opposite and stood there like an idiot with a bright blush on his face. Now, she had my attention as well.

Not only had she already stolen moments of my time with Nathan, but she had taken a blush from him too. Nevertheless, I stood by and watched the nuisance smile to him. She took a pen from her purse and wrote a number on Nathan's right hand before she winked to him.

I wished to snap that pen in half, but again I withheld myself. I decided that I would allow Nathan to date her if he so wished. I would stand by and lose the one that I loved because he wasn't interested in me. I wanted to remain at least his friend, so I stayed quiet.

Teasingly, I took a picture of Nathan blushing. I knew that the blush wasn't for me, but I pretended that it was. It helped to push back my anger at the time, but that didn't work for long.

Later that evening, he called her, and a date for them to meet was arranged. I congratulated my friend, wishing that it would go well outwardly. Soon, I dismissed myself and headed off to my room. If I had stayed a moment longer, I would have smashed his phone and given myself away.

Unfortunately, the date for the two of them came and went well. So exceedingly well that they stayed out until seven in the morning, when he was supposed to return at one in the morning. He hadn't called or texted me the change in plans, so I had to go to sleep worried for his safety. When I awoke, he had walked into the home, merely waved to me and collapsed asleep on the couch. I had let his inconsideration slide the first time and hoped that it wouldn't happen again, but it continued.

Every date that he had went on; he would come back later than expected and never let me know, so I began to accept it and smile whenever he returned. I grew infuriated, but I found that I couldn't yell at him. I just advised him to be safe when he went out.

It only got worse. After three months of them dating, he stopped letting me know when he would go out. I would arrive home from work and find him not there. He started to work over at her place and stay the night, still never informing me of his plans.

Once the fourth month hit, she sold off her place and moved in. At least before I hadn't had to watch their romantic dealings with each other, but now I couldn't avoid it at times. I would wake up and go to get a strawberry soda only to find them kissing in the kitchen. They would hold hands throughout the house as if they would get lost in the small building. Every day I would be greeted by some lovey-dovey action between the two.

Having to witness that on a daily basis was tearing me up inside. I could have moved out, but I wanted to keep a watch on Nathan; I wanted him to know that I still existed. After two weeks, though, I couldn't take it. I gave into what my heart had been telling me to do for their whole relationship; I peeked into Nathan's fortune for the future. I know that sounds strange, my little doe, but let me finish, and I'll explain it later.

She nodded and pushed that curiosity aside for the moment. He hadn't told of the incident yet, but she had a feeling of where this was going. Her theory was probably going to be right.

In that fortune I saw something that gave me hope. It would devastate Nathan, but it was beneficial to me. To have double reassurance, though, I looked into the distraction's fortune as well. It supported Nathan's future quite well if not proving it.

Gladdened by this information, I spoke to Nathan in the kitchen one night when the distraction was already asleep. I told him that the distraction would cheat on him soon with another man. Technically, it would be two more, but I spared him of the second one. I only needed evidence of one after all.

I kept my excitement at the news down when I narrated it to him, but I knew that he would believe me. He understood that all of my fortunes were always accurate; they would never fail. Despite this, he tossed my warning to the wind when I had finished telling him. He laughed it off, saying that I had probably interpreted it wrong.

He brushed it aside and went to sleep. I stood there baffled and clueless on what to do next. Well, I had ideas, but I wanted to avoid those alternatives if I could. With that in mind, I continued to warn him, but he brushed me off every time. Growing frustrated with his denial of the truth, I came up with a plan that would surely help him to see the reality of his situation.