It was I who had entered the dark waters at first place and stirring them with my subconscious seduction, caused a whirlpool which sucked both myself and Gambit in as it drifted us half drowned into different directions. I rarely saw him throughout the seemingly freewheeling days and lonesome nights. The house where he had disclosed his most genuine feelings to me looked so corrupted now as I passed it by a few times each and every day. Whether it was simply hormones or not, my intuition told me you could only remain strangers if you slept with someone once.