There's no one named Brandon Mills.

Aaron's pov

It's been a week since we all came back from Vancouver after Dylan's little stunt. We brought him back with us here and yesterday he went back after a week of outings and pampering.

To say I wasn't happy after spending time with them all would be an understatement. Seeing Daisy smile without a worry was the best thing.

Since the day I met her at the park, when she told me about Brandon she wasn't her old self. She was always lost and worried. My old cheerful and full-of-life Daisy was lost somewhere. But this little vacation with Dy and the group, did it's magic. She was genuinely happy, that was what I wanted and I got it.

Yeah, she made fun of me and troubled me but I was happy. I was just pretending to be annoyed by her while I was glad to find her so happy. We all went to the beach, spent a night there. The next day, we took Dylan for bowling.

To teach him what life is and how it should be embraced, Daisy decided to take him to an orphanage where he could find the meaning of life, inspiration to live his life with the resources and love he's getting. At first, I was shocked that she wanted to go to an orphanage but when she explained the meaning behind her plan, that's when I was astonished of her thinking.

She actually grew more mature than we thought she was. I guess life teaches you that when you have to take up the responsibilities before you were meant to.

After all of this, it was time for me to ask her about Brandon's details. I couldn't have delayed it for longer. Someday she would've taken it seriously and the thought of her becoming heartbroken gave me chills.

She gave me the details of Brandon yesterday while returning from the airport after dropping Dylan off. Though I've taken his details, I still haven't started my hunt. I don't know who this guy is. But the mere thought of finding Daisy's love breaks me into pieces.

It's not as easy as I thought it would be. Thinking of sacrificing something and supporting that thought is one thing and actually doing it is another thing.

It still hurts that she has a boyfriend. I never imagined I would have to see my love dating someone else. As much as I hate it, I have to admit that I want to do this for her, just to make her happy.

Sometimes when you love someone more than yourself, you forget about yourself, your happiness, your pain and your desire to have them for yourself, just to see them smile. And that smile is worth everything, it's worth the pain you feel when you're stabbed in the heart repeatedly. That's my condition now. I'm hurting inside but her smile is what matters the most.

And for her, I'm ready to do everything. I'm ready to even find her boyfriend for her happiness. I have to be strong. I have to keep my emotions under control. I'm doing all this for Daisy and I'll never back out, no matter what.

An hour later, I arrive at Preston's. It's a really huge university with well designed interiors just as described in magazines. It's like a whole continent occupied by millions of people. It has all the opulent items without any touch of personality. It is well furnished with classy, modern furniture and the decor, from the deep brown floor to the glass doors everything spells elegance.

From behind the reception desk, a huge chunk of teakwood sits a woman slumped in a deck chair typing away furiously on her laptop. She must be in her mid-thirties, with her spectacles hanging loosely on the tip of her nose and her hair tied on the top of her head in a neat, tight bun.

Tapping my foot impatiently on the brown floor, I keep waiting for my turn until the lady behind the desk finally calls me. She has olive skin tone, light wrinkles along her face. Her black eyes reminding me of the night sky.

"Excuse me, sir" She calls out to me.

Standing up from my seat, I walk over to her and she greets me, "Hello, how may I help you?"

"I'm here to meet Brandon Mills, Department of Architecture." I say eyeing her carefully.

"And may I know how are you connected to him, sir?" She asks softly.

"Umm...I'm his cousin from otherside of the country, ma'am" I lie.

"Okay! Hold on a second. I'll contact the Architecture department."

I wait patiently, glancing around as she speaks to someone on the other side.

"Hello, can you send Brandon Mills to the reception, now. There's someone to see him here......ohh...are u sure?....can you check it once again.....ok....ok.....I'll inform him. Thank you." She disconnects the call and looks up into my eyes.

"I'm sorry to inform you but there's no one named Brandon Mills in the department of architecture. I think you've got the wrong information." With that she returned back to her work.

I am puzzled to say the least and I honestly don't know how to react. I'm sure that's the correct name Daisy gave me and I still have the text that read Brandon Mills, architechture student at Preston's.

"Can you please check in some other department. I'm sure I've got the correct information. He studies here." I tried my luck again.

"Okay. Let me contact the admin office."

She again connects a call and speaks up

"Hello, I need the information about Brandon Mills. Can you check the records and say which department he belongs to......ok...." I listen to her one sided conversation patiently, as she is waiting for the other person to answer. "Ok....are you sure?....ok...fine...thank you." A deep frown etches on her face which starts making me anxious.

She hangs up and looks up at me skeptically and says "I'm sorry to inform you, there's no one named Brandon Mills in this University."

"Ok. Thank you ma'am." With that I turn around and walk out.

After leaving Preston's, I sit in my car and wonder what to do next. After sometime, I decide to go to his home and find him.