I haven't told this to anyone. I never thought anyone would understand. But...But you're not who you say you are either, are you? My real name is Polly Wallace. I only pretend to be Cally to run away from my family. So...who are you? Haven't you figured it out already? I'm Julian. Julian Cross. Your dead brother?! Joseph and I were both in the accident that took his life. I watched him die before my eyes. When I woke up in the hospital and they asked me who I was, I...I saw my parents crying through the glass. And it hit me...I was small-
time criminal with a terrible relationship with them. Joseph was their golden boy. So I...I just took his name. His life. His everything. I'm a horrible person, Ca...Polly. No better than your crazy family. So why did you do it if you feel so horrible about it? Isn't obvious? I was always jealous of him. I don't buy it. What? You wanted him to be remembered, right? You loved him so much you gave up your own life so his memory would live on. Even though it meant loosing your own dreams, your very self. That's why you thought you only wanted me so you could watch me break, right? Because YOU'RE attracted to me, instead of thinking of Joseph would be. I...I love you. On paper, you two may be little more than strangers. Yet, as you spend the night together, you know exactly who he is. Who you are. The only thing left for you to find out is where to go from here.