Celeste

08 | twin?

     An hour had passed since I sent Marco a message informing him that he could come to my house for the project. He had agreed within seconds, asking for my address and saying that he'd be here in a short time.

I wouldn't lie; a familiar feeling of nervousness and anxiety had been bubbling up within my heart ever since he agreed to come. And an endless wave of thoughts had been constantly swirling within my mind, reminding me of the worst possibilities that could take place once Marco arrives.

I was well aware of the fact that Jack was on a business trip and that he wouldn't be back anytime soon, yet that didn't contribute — in any way — to easing the panic that had settled upon my heart. What if he came?

The mere thought of Jack finding out that I had brought a friend to his house — without his permission — made my heart sink to my stomach in both fear and agitation. I knew that Jack wouldn't do anything in front of Marco in his attempts to maintain his perfect image.

But that perfect image would definitely falter once Marco would leave. It'd crumble and vanish, leaving no trace of its existence. It'd turn into a terrifying, flawed nightmare. One that would be filled with consequences I'd have no choice but to face. Whether they were another beating or a bunch of hurtful words. It didn't matter; I dreaded them.

A shaky sigh passed through my lips as I allowed my eyes to flicker towards Lorenzo who had been carelessly scrolling through his phone over the past hour. He hadn't said a word after he suggested telling Marco to come over, yet he was clearly pissed off.

It was evident through the frustration his frigid demeanor didn't succeed in masking and through the way his leg hadn't stopped bouncing beneath the table ever since.

I had tried to ask him quite a few questions about the reason him and Dante got into an argument yesterday; he hadn't answered any of them. All he did was glaring at me as though I had committed a crime. As desperate as I was, I decided not to push any further and not to ask any questions. Why would I force him to speak if he wasn't willing to?

"What are you staring at?" He muttered out, his deep voice echoing throughout the silence and overpowering the ringing sounds that had filled my ears. His eyes met mine, nothing but annoyance evident within them.

I shook my head, my gaze dropping to my lap. Lorenzo had always been the closest figure I'd ever have to a brother; he was the only family I had left. And he had never been this cold or distant. If anything, he had always acted the way a brother would do.

Sure, the way he'd been acting lately was gradually leaving a voidness in my heart. A dark, dulled vacancy. One that greedily swallowed the slightest ounces of light. And one that painfully snatched the faint amount of comfort my heart had once held. But maybe — just maybe — if I remained quiet and stopped annoying him, I'd manage to figure out where I had gone wrong. I'd manage to fill the voidness in my heart.