Newspapers flooded the floor as pens spiraled against the vomit green colored carpet. "Something's missing....." She mumbled to herself as she pressed her trembling fingers against her hot forehead as if wishing for the pain to just go away.
"What if..... And here.... Holy shit!!!" Her voice was high pitched as she frowned at the discovery that stumbled upon her. "Royce Ducan." She briefly remembered the 32-year-old that often resembled the features of a meerkat and attitude of a grumpy bumhead.
"Why would he...." Her voice trailed off as it suddenly came to her in waves, all the times he was nice to her and would often allow her to come to his lectures late, how he invited her to sit with him for lunch with purely the intentions of getting to know her, his interest in her family. . . her parents to be specific; her dead parents.
She remembered her first impression of him, the realization dawned on her face as she had registered the fact that he had the brown hair of her mothers, green eyes of her fathers and the features. She took a deep breath in before everything came crashing down on her and the ground beneath her slipped under her feet as she collapsed against the floor.
She let out a laugh at the situation. "Royce Ducan, 32-years-old with my mothers hair and fathers eyes. . . Royce Ducan, my brother."
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