Eclipse [ ENGLISH VERSION ]

-8- DISCOVERY

- TOM'S POV -

The alleyway in this town is icy cold, the cool wind caressing my face starting to ruffle my hair.

I wander from alley to alley, my eyes never leaving the ground.

When I reach the one I've been waiting for so long, something stops me.

It was her.

My gaze moves to the brunette's silhouette. My heart palpitates in my chest.

Until I see my brother behind her, wrapping his arm around her to pull her closer to him as if she were his own.

My eyes darken, my heart breaks slightly.

Her and my brother? No. I couldn't believe it.

My legs finally decided to move forward on their own, and I set off with a determined step towards the club they had entered seconds before.

My eyes scan the room from left to right, determined to find them.

They're at the bar, sipping their just-paid-for cocktails.

My breathing quickens as I see Bill run his hand up Blaire's cheek, tucking a lock of hair back behind his ear.

So it was true? My brother took advantage of my "death" to steal the one I love?

I hesitate... Do I run towards them, or do I turn on my heels and run away, unable to continue watching this scene.

I nod my head from left to right, ready to run towards them, when I suddenly see my twin grab my beloved's hand and run out onto the dance floor.

My heart bleeds, my eyes moisten.

He knows how much I love this woman and in no way does he mind stealing her from me, not even the incident.

I turn back, leaving the club, my fists clenched, my knuckles turning white.

I head for the alleyway I used to go the other way. My heart has turned over in my chest, my breathing is short.

Arriving at Philippe's, I slam the door with my right foot, heading for his office.

I don't even bother knocking.

I open the door, stepping into his office, startling him.

Philippe
- Tom, are you back?

My eyes lock on his.

Tom
- I'll be your ally.

- BLAIRE'S POV-

Bill and I decided to go out for a change, because it was a beautiful, starry night. We needed to get moving.

As he pulls me onto the dance floor, our two bodies begin to move in harmony, trying to take full advantage of all our energy.

After a few minutes, the stifling heat of the room takes hold of us. He nods at me, heading for the exit.

I nod up and down, heading with him.

We let out a groan of relief as the cool air hits our faces.

I take a seat on the bench in front of the building, pulling a cigarette from my pack.

Bill sits down next to me, his cigarette between his fingers.

He lights it in a fraction of a second, then brings the lighter to my lips.

He flicks out the flame, letting my face move closer to the contact of the tobacco with the fire.

I thank him with a nod as I let the smoke escape from my mouth.