Tearing Paper

Mirrors

Missing

Dianne Franc

Last seen at Ladida Café

If found, please contact –

His sharp green eyes pierced into the picture printed on the flyer, large and clear. He knew her too well—it might have been forever, but he was sure it was the Dianne he was looking for in this town.

The Dianne that abandoned him years ago—

Promising to be back.

The Dianne that was always so full of hopes and ambitions, that they finally lured her away from him.

A heavy weight sank into his chest.

She chose her pipe dreams over him.

Why did he still bother to find her?

He stared into the eyes of the girl on the flyer—they looked exactly like his that he felt he was looking into his own reflection.

That was what everybody in Namiri Island called them.

Mirrors that reflected each other perfectly.

One without the other would never be the same.

“Know that girl?”

He turned his head, just realizing that sooner or later, he would catch a passerby’s attention. He grinned, forcing himself to speak, not wanting to be labeled as a lunatic staring into a missing girl’s flyer on the street.

“No,” he stuttered. “I’m actually new to this town. But I have an old friend who looks very much like her. She’s been missing for quite some time, too.”

“Really? That’s interesting. Maybe the police might find that fact helpful,” the lady carrying a whole bunch of grocery bags said. “She looks so young—and pretty.”

“She does,” he sighed. “There’s just one problem, tho. The Dianne I know has a different last name.”

What was it, again?

He didn’t even know their last name. Everybody in Namiri Island was like their family, that the actual blood bounding them together didn’t even matter. As long as they were on each other’s side, they were family.

“Your old friend’s name is Dianne too? Sweet gracious!” the lady exclaimed. “Well, I better stop nosing into your business. I hope you find your friend. See you around.”

“Thank you so much, ma’am. Walk safe,” he waved.

Dianne Franc.

He could not be wrong, the girl in the photograph was Dianne.

But Dianne Franc?

Where did she get that name from?

And, wherever she was right now, who would be running all over town giving out flyers, looking for her?