Shoutout to @Polly_D for making such a pretty banner on the side! <3
miss Lucio already? ;D enjoy!
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Lucio ignored the pairs of eyes laid on him as he walked through the crowded corridor.
Maybe they wondered why he came back there, after so long.
Not many of them dared to look at him long enough. His cold stare shooed them away fast-as he used the back of his hand to wipe a blood smear on his lips, those people knew he wasn't somebody they wanted to mess with.
"You're really out of your mind, Lucio!"
As soon as he stepped into the office at the corner, those words were spat at him.
He looked away, all the pride and prestige making a façade all over his figure broke in an instance.
The older man standing in front of him threw a messy yellowing paper on the table. "Explain to me if you think this is some kind of joke."
"It's not a joke, Dad," he snarled back angrily. "That girl-she's gone. I need to find her; I don't know where she is."
"And you think it's... decent-to bring my company to the surface of this?"
Lucio held his tongue, he knew his father would be difficult to beat in fights like this. If he wanted something, he should get it. He was heartless. He was headstrong. He was steadfast.
He was Lucio.
Lucio sighed. "I honestly don't see any danger in putting a damn company number for contact. You're not gonna be the one picking up the phone, talking to those people who might find Dianne. I just think that-if the word CONTACT FRANC PUBLISHING PRESS IN THIS NUMBER - was written in the flyer, people would take it more... seriously. Like Dianne is really someone important."
"It could've happened," his father replied sternly. "But you are no longer a part of the Francs, Lucio. You have no right to bring your own problems to this family-to my company-you have no right to use my last name on a missing girl."
"She's not a missing girl, Dad!" Lucio shouted back at him, and this time, he knew their argument had caught the other workers' attention. "I screwed up-I need her back!"
"Look at you, Lucio," his father scoffed. "You stepped into my office all bruised and dirty-you're involving yourself in street fights again, I suppose? And now you're expecting my help-the company's help-to find a single person? How many times should I tell you..."
The four words that left his father's lips were so familiar to Lucio's ears that it almost passed through him like ordinary breeze.
"You're not my son."
That was it. Lucio knew his father would not mind his presence any longer-what more, his devastation. Maybe they were right, some mistakes could only be left unforgiven...
"I'll print out new flyers if that's what you want. Change the number there so nobody will think this place is more problematic than it already is."
"Out of my office."
Lucio kicked the empty air between his feet and left.
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Tearing Paper
RomanceThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
