U N S P O K E N W O R D S

Some people have a lot to say, their prolonged conversations tell their stories but some people remain quite, their story is untold but they have a lot to say. The person standing before me reminded me of them. He stood in front of me with his chin up, his grey eyes boring into mine like he knew me, he knew my story.

But his words puzzled me, we stood there under a tension of an eerie silence. The shadows of the enormous trees looming over us, cars roared by and the weather was quite chilly.

'How do you know me?' My words came out firm as I inquired.

But my words had no effect instead he smirked like my statement was amusing to him. His hands went in his pocket and pulled out a card holding it up in front of my eyes.

Kris James Lin.

Private Investigator.

In big bold letters was written his name. I could tell this licence was real as I had seen fake ones before.

'You don't seem to start a conversation with your guest on the streets, now do you?' He asked rather amusingly.

I led him the way as we entered the house, the clicking of our shoes could be heard as we walked, our steps echoing in the silent corners of the house. I turned on the lights and walked to the lounge, gesturing him to sit. My eyes stared at him as he analysed the house eyeing every corner almost as if there was a treasure inside.

'Tea?' I offered receiving a hesitant nod from him.

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'Why are you here?'

I watched as he sipped his cup, hot tea evaporating in the room making the air smell wonderful.

'Ms Campbell...what if I told you..

He placed his mug on the wooden oak table and slightly licked his lips.

..that there is a way to solve what you left behind and I mean your mother, Mrs Campbell's case.'

My muscles stiffed at his statement, rooted to my place I tried to register what he just said. Did he really meant it? Or was it like the others who just deceived me?

'I had an overview of what happened that night, your mother's case is somewhat related to...m-my father's.' My head snapped in his direction. And I reminded myself that yes, there were people who stood strong in front of the World, hiding their monsters within them..you can never tell if someone’s broken or shattering inside because the people that are suffering are the best at hiding it.

He cleared his throat bringing me back to our conversation, getting up his black shoes tapped on the wooden floor as he walked over to the glass window, his eyes gazing at the leaves rustling outside, the howling wind and the coldness that increased time by time.

'I heard you caught someone as your suspect earlier when you were a detective..and your appeal to further investigate the case was declined, but I am sure you fought another way..

...some files caught my attention that your mother's forensic reports resembles my father's, his reason of murder is as hidden as your mother's,...we stand in the same boat Ms. Campbell.'

I titled my head and peered at him, his words were true but on the other hand I had left that part of me to forget it, did I really wanted to open the unhealed wounds again?

'I have quite everything.'

'That I know too.' He whispered looking at me.

'..but what if I assure you that the mystery you had been dying to break could be solved?.'

I sighed looking at him and spoke after a prolonged silence.

'What if it reaches the same result?' I let out an opinion which I was not proud of.

'Ms Campbell, I have came across from the US to tell that I am willing to join hands with you in order to assist you in your mother's case and to look over my own. For once I want to break free from this corrupted system and find out who is behind this all that keeps on killing people like a madman that include both of our loved ones....there IS a way to stop it, there is a way to find out the reason why.'

He slid out a card from his back pocket and placed it on the table, his words came out harsh this time, lips in a grim line, he stared at me standing near the sofa. His eyes contained fury, coldness and... pain? like they needed an answer. Glancing at me he stood there for a few minutes before walking to the door.

'I will wait for your call.' He spoke before walking out of the house and vanishing like the mist, leaving me bewildered. Perhaps he could be a bit nicer but somehow he was right. I was sinking in my sofa as the house was all quite again but this man's words rang in my ears.

'There IS a way to stop this'

'What if I assure you that the mystery you have been dying to break could be solved?'

'I am willing to join hands.'

'There is a way to find out why.'

'I will wait for your call.'

I realised my tea had gotten cold as I sipped it, placing the mugs in the washing sink I splashed some water onto my face..trying to think whether it was right to follow his path or forget everything. I wanted all this at some point, it was me who started it all. I wanted to defeat the monsters within, of fear, of defeat, of doubts but in the end I was giving up.

Why was I thinking it was impossible now? There were so many unspoken words that he wanted to say but he remained quite almost like a person that builds walls around them-self preventing people to know their stories, their vulnerability, their insecurities.

The mattress sinked as I sat on my bed with the same thoughts all over in my head. Asking myself what I wanted, what I needed but I had no answer. My eyes diverted to the glass door as the wind rambled outside, I could see the night life from here and again as many nights I slid the glass door and went outside, greeted by the cold wind that sent a shiver through my spine.

I stared at the quite city, the night sky, the distant lights and the smoke puffing out from people's chimneys.

With thousand thoughts and a weary mind, my feet were becoming cold and so was I, but I remain stood thinking, was my decision going to be right?