For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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My eyes are fixed on the latté that is getting cold on my table. Even though the Eiffel Tower is immaculately beautiful from here, the pain in my chest is still bringing me to tears. I released a heavy sigh and covered my eyes with my hands. I just learned that my best friend Reese has a twin. And that her mother is hiding all these sickness for the alliance with the Jeon Empire Corp. For the alliance?
Oh, God.
How can I not feel bad about that?
I was with her since I became the curator of her paintings. And I now understand why she always feels sick. Even though she hides it, she cannot hide it from me. Especially from Jisoo-unnie. No one can lie to her and my instincts are always right.
I suddenly heard a shutter from a camera.
I turned beside me only to see a man in his brown coat and newsboy hat. The manual camera is covering half of his face and he is casually standing feet away from me.
He saw me looking at him. When he put down his camera, he gave me an apologetic smile of being caught. "Sorry, I was collecting beautiful memories before I die." He said and smiled at me again.
I frowned. "What?"
Then he widened his eyes when he realized what he just said. "Sorry, forget what I said." He said and looks at the Eiffel Tower. "Why would a beautiful lady cry in front of this beautiful masterpiece in Paris?"
I am pretty sure I heard what he said.
..before I die.
That instantly gave me goosebumps on my skin.
He looks at me again. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?" I asked back.
He stared at me. And his eyes are luring me in. He has beautiful eyes, no, beautiful is even an understatment. Apparently that beauty is covered with something I know. I can see hesitations in his eyes, fear too. But most of all, it's empty. I have seen those kind of eyes before. I know. I have seen those emptiness. Then he looked away. He took his messenger bag from the ground and gave me one last smile before walking away.
"Wait." I called and catch his wrist. He looked back at me, his eyes wide. "Can you walk with me?"
He blinked his eyes. "Yes." Then he pulls his wrist from me. I grabbed my purse from the table and followed him down the stairs of the coffee shop we are in. My hands are inside my coat, trying to keep myself warm from the chilly night breeze of the lighted street of Paris.
