Silence filled the air; everything was dark, it was impossible to see anything. I just stood there with wonder and confusion, which slowly turned into sadness and guilt. A flash of light appeared above me.

"Hello?" I said, feeling like someone else was here around me.

"MIKAYLA!" Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me. I quickly turned around and saw a figure near the dim light; I focused my eyes and saw that it was Brady. Worry filled his eyes, and he had a few bruises on his face. He then walked closer to me.

"B-Brady?" I whispered in disbelief.

"Mikayla, you have to help me. My brothers are in danger, you're in danger, and…" Brady slowly took my hand. "Mikayla, I need you. I'm in trouble." He said worriedly.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what he was saying. "W-What do you mean?" I asked while slowly taking my hand back.

"You have to help Kinkow before it's too late…"

I tried to speak again, but two figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Brady's arms, starting to drag him away, just like a prisoner. "Let me go!" Brady yelled. "Mikayla, help!"

I looked down at my machete. As soon as I reached for it, just when my hand touched the hilt of, it disintegrated, almost like smoke. I looked up again and saw Brady slowly fading away in the distance.

"BRADY!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the emptiness.

*Mikayla's Room*

"BRADY!" My eyes flashed open.

I looked around; I was in my bedroom, in my bed. I've been dreaming about Brady lately… Was I still feeling guilty? I got up and drank the glass of water from my table. I then walked over to the window and opened it, trying to get some fresh air. The moon was still up, and the cool night breeze blew across my face. I slowly took a deep breath and thought about my dream. It's been almost a year since he left, and then I suddenly start dreaming about him again. Maybe it was because I never got the chance to talk to him after he left... It was all because of that stupid conversation me and Candace had; I didn't know he was there. If only he had heard the rest of our conversation …

FLASHBACK (OUT OF POV)

"HA! You hesitated! Hesitations, confirmations." Candace said. Mikayla gave her a confused look, since she hadn't confirmed anything at all. Just then, they heard a slight noise from inside the thick leaves. Mikayla slowly approached it and then moved it away, but no one was there. Mikayla wondered who or what it could have been. Candace took her away from her thoughts when she insulted her sandals.

"Candace, you didn't let me continue..." Mikayla said carelessly.

"So you're saying it's not true?"

Mikayla thought about it for a while. "The truth is... I've been 'hiding' because, well… Lately, I've been having these mixed feelings about Brady."

"Is that the reason you've been ignoring him?"

Mikayla slowly walked over to the large rock and sat down on it. "It's just that since the kiss, it's been so difficult to face him."

"Why?" Candace asked while sitting down beside Mikayla.

"The thing is...When we kissed, I felt something more, something more than just saving Kinkow, and it's just been so hard to talk to him, or even look at him…"

"Are you… Dare I say it... In love?" Candace smirked.

"I think I…" Mikayla said something, but quietly.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that last part."

"I think I might… I might maybe be in love with Brady."

"OH. MY. GOSH!" Candace quickly grabbed her camera from her handbag. "Okay, say that again, but with more emotion."

"Candace, turn off the camera."

"But-"

"I said, turn it off!" Mikayla grabbed the camera and threw it away, sighing. "I'm so confused..."

"Oh, sweetie…" Candace said. "I think it would be best to talk to him. You know, sort things out."

"I guess you're right. I'll try to get a chance to talk to him tomorrow."

END FLASHBACK

But then, when he left, I didn't get the chance to talk to him. And maybe I never will... I tried moving on, but that feeling of regret was still inside of me.

"Brady…" I sighed, looking down. "If Only You Knew…"