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Feelings. It's such a strange concept that our bodies naturally produce. Why do we feel emotions? Happy? Sad? Angry? You don't realize how important those aspects of you are until they're taken away.

Yesterday, in that field, I felt something for the first time since being transported here. I felt my heart beat twice before I went back to being numb. That happened because Grayson and I were pushed up against each other, his limp hand on my numb body. I'm trying to wrap my head around it.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I start to look around the small bedroom that Grayson and I compromise with every night. I instantly begin to remove the pillows, glancing under the bed. I can't find the diary that Hunter gave me. I had it yesterday in the field, but after the weird and random butterfly attack, I can't seem to find it anywhere.

The sun is beginning to set, and there's no lights outside of the cottage. If I dropped it somewhere, I wouldn't be able to see it in the dark grass.

"Where is it?" I mumble to myself, not remembering what I did with it.

Sighing in defeat, I exit the bedroom and head for the unused kitchen. Grayson and I are never in here simply because we never get hungry. Another horrible thing that ghosts go through is that they have no appetite.

My eyes immediately narrow once I notice the white book sitting perfectly in the center of the table. I don't remember ever putting in the kitchen, but then again, nothing makes sense in this world.

"Hey." Grayson's voice startles me as he walks through the front door.

"Hey." I repeat, picking up my thoughts and holding them in my hand.

"What are you doing?" He lightly chuckles.

"Oh, uh, nothing." I try to hide the diary behind my body.

"Any word from Hunter?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No." Saying the one simple word out loud makes me feel weird.

Truth is, I have no idea what happened to Hunter. After we saw Grayson's parents at the hospital, he completely vanished into thin air. I'm beginning to miss him all over again.

"Where the hell did he go?" Grayson mumbles under his breath.

"I have no idea, he's MIA." Which is weird, especially for Hunter.

"That's odd." Grayson says while shaking his head back and forth. "What kind of guardian angel is he?"

An unintentional laugh slips out of my lips. I place my hand on my mouth to stop from giggling at how true those words actually are.

"What? Why are you laughing, H?" Grayson smirks while raising an eyebrow.

"It's so ridiculous that it's funny. He's supposed to be with me in this place, yet he disappears half of the time."

"I'm slightly offended. Are you saying I'm a bad roommate? That you would rather be with Hunter?" He crosses his arms over his chest. I try to not notice the way his muscles flex.

"Not at all, I just miss my brother." I shrug with another laugh.

"You're lucky this house is practically empty, otherwise I would be a terrible roommate."

"Is that so?" I tilt my head, eyeing him up and down.

"Yeah, I'm messy." He grins.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Okay, once again I'm slightly offended by-" His voice automatically goes mute.

I furrow my eyebrows and keep my stare on him. His focus is suddenly looking past me, glancing at something in the distance.