Tearing Paper

Similar Intentions

A quick update as promised. I'll always be eager to read your feedback <3 Enjoy, and thank you for sticking around!

One more thing, anybody got cast ideas for this story? :D (Cast lists are pretty troublesome for me too, but it's great to at least have fixed faces I can use for this story's banners and stuff...)

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Lucio brought his sedan to a halt when he saw that familiar face standing in front of the giant glass door that read Franc Publishing Press.

It wasn’t the first time he saw him.

He recklessly parked his car and stepped out, taking his shades off and almost shocking the stranger with his aggressive pace.

“You want anything?” Lucio regretted the rude tone in his voice, but he was unsure how he should confront this guy. The guy stepped back, almost looking scared, with eyes that mirror the girl he missed so much in a perfect reflection.

“I—I-“

“Sorry,” Lucio cleared his throat, because everything about that dirty blonde-haired guy reminded him of Dianne. He wasn’t skinny thin, but something about him told Lucio that he had eaten very little in days. Yet he was not someone who freely showed he was weak. “I… I can’t help but watch you come around here everyday. This is my dad’s company.”

The guy raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and Lucio caught his eyes trailing to the filthy sedan he parked not far away from them. He laughed cynically. “Yeah, I’m a wreck. Believe me, both of us are pretty much unwanted in this glorious palace of his. What about some coffee? I need to ask you about something.”

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Ten minutes later, they were sitting in an outdoor coffee shop, and again, the stranger clearly acted like he had never sat in a café or even drunk coffee like that before. His eyes glowed as if everything surrounding him was mesmerizing. He wasn’t the typical passerby in the city who walked pass the simple touch of pastel that coloured the café without showing any appreciation—his eyes never stopped looking around until Lucio called him.

“What’s your name?”

“Devon,” the stranger replied, tilting his cup even higher to savor all the remaining drops of coffee. “Wow! This is really good. Thank you for the treat—I’m sorry—I mean—you’re treating me, right? Because I have no—“

“That’s fine,” Lucio nodded. “Listen, Devon, you’re the closest I can get to Dianne.”

Lucio’s straightforward way of stating his point made Devon stop drinking. It was like he instantly morphed into a hungry beast, unwilling to leave before he got what he wanted.

“So it was you.”

A few seconds later he laughed.

“So you’re the rebellious asshole who spread the flyers all over town when your dad didn’t even approve of you doing so, putting his company’s name in the public’s attention?”

“You’re a fast learner,” Lucio didn’t think he should impress this guy any further. “You know where Dianne is? I need to know.”

“What the hell do you have to do with her whereabouts? Who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

Devon sighed.

“Isn’t it obvious? Dianne’s my twin sister. “

Lucio looked too surprised to give any reply, so Devon continued, while impatiently knocking his fingers on the table, “Don’t you get it? I need to find her as much as you do.”