MARCUSNicole's body trembled as tears cascaded down her cheeks, leaving salty trails on her skin. Her eyes were red and swollen."My art career has been ruined for life," she whispered, I reached out to comfort her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No, don't say that," I said softly. "Something can be done about this, I'm sure we can still fix this. I just have to place a few calls."But Nicole shook her head, her sobs growing louder. "It's too late," she said, her voice barely audible. "Not even your influence can change the damage that has been done."Desperate to help, she began scrolling frantically on her phone, her fingers moving so fast they blurred. I could see the pain and frustration etched on her face as she clicked from one blog to another, her eyes darting over the comments section.I knew that what she was seeing was only making things worse, so I gently took the phone from her, not wanting her to see any more hurtful words.My eyes scanned the comments section, and a
THIRD PERSONNicole received a call from an officer from the police station claiming they had arrested Marcus.She rushed to the police station to see him. Her heart was pounding with fear and confusion.When she arrived, she saw Marcus sitting in a small, cramped room, his hands cuffed behind his back. Tears streamed down her face as she approached him, her heart breaking at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state."What's going on? Why are they arresting you?" She asked, tears streaming down her face."I don't know," Marcus said, his own voice trembling. "They think I killed Maya."Nicole’s eyes widened in shock. "What? That's ridiculous. You would never do something like that.""I know, but the evidence is pointing towards me," Marcus said, his head hanging low.Nicole wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of it all, but she knew that wouldn't help Marcus or the situation they found themselves in. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried to stay composed.“Don't wor
THIRD PERSONNicole and Nina lounged on the sofa, their eyes glued to the TV screen as the latest episode of their favorite show played out before them. Nina was completely absorbed in the drama unfolding on the screen, but Nicole's attention was elsewhere. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts a million miles away.Suddenly, Nicole slumped forward, her body going limp. Nina sprang into action, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out to shake her. "Nic, wake up," she implored, her voice tinged with panic.But Nicole didn't stir. She remained still and unresponsive, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Fear gripped Nina's heart as she realized something was seriously wrong. "Come on, Nic, please," she begged, shaking her shoulder with increasing desperation.When Nina saw that she wasn't responding, she dialed 911.Nicole was rushed to the hospital and was said to be in a coma, her body weak and fragile. The doctors did everything they could to revive her, but she refused to
NICOLEI returned to South Dakota for Marcus's burial, surrounded by family and friends. I had cried my heart out during the funeral,I couldn't bring myself to accept that Marcus was really gone. It still felt like he was just away on a long trip and would come back home any day.Three months had passed since Marcus's death, and I was still struggling to cope. The thought of erasing him from my life felt like a betrayal to our love.My parents had tried to convince me to seek therapy, but I refused.But the truth was, I was drowning in it. My denial was keeping me stuck in the past, unable to move forward and live a life without Marcus.I was going through old photos of Marcus, when I came across a note that he had written to me. It read, "My love for you is infinite. Even death can't part us. I will always be with you."The words hit me hard, and I broke down in tears. I realized that Marcus would want me to live my life to the fullest, even in his absence.I had made the difficul
NICOLE I held my phone tightly in my hand, my eyes fixated on the image, and my mind raced with confusion and disbelief. I leaned in closer, squinting my eyes, and scrutinized every detail of the photo, as if I could uncover some kind of evidence that would disprove what I was seeing.I blinked hard, hoping that my vision was just blurry, but as I opened my eyes again, the image remained unchanged. My heart thudded in my chest, and I felt a lump forming in my throat.Without thinking, my hand reflexively reached up to my mouth, as if to stifle a gasp. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down.But the image burned in my mind, taunting me with its impossible reality. Was my mind playing tricks on me?I didn't know if I was hallucinating this image or if it was some sort of cruel prank.With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone again and stared at the picture, trying to make sense of it. I needed to know for sure. I had to double-check. I zoomed in
MaxwellIt was my usual routine - grabbing an espresso to start my day off right. I approached the counter, I noticed a woman at a table, her eyes locked onto me.I furrowed my brows, trying to place where I knew her from.But her stare persisted. It was as if she was seeing a ghost from her past, which made me uncomfortable.I tried to shrug it off and waited for my order. “Here you go sir”, the barrister called my attention and handed me the coffee.I turned to head out of the cafe but I caught glimpses of her watching me from a distance.The lady didn't seem like someone gawking at me for my physical appearance. Or was she?I hesitated for a moment, considering approaching her to ask if she needed help or if something was bothering her.But I decided against it.So many questions were roaming my mind.Who was this lady? And why was she staring at me.Soon enough, someone was beside me and it was weird lady.Gosh! This was going to be an awkward conversation “Marcus, it's me, Nic
NicoleI walked into my apartment, still feeling dazed from my encounter with the guy who looked like Marcus earlier that day. I could barely make sense of what had just happened.They looked so much alike that it was impossible that it wasn't Marcus.The guy’s reaction was super weird. And he looked totally clueless. Marcus was dead; I had watched him being lowered into the ground. And yet, here was this man who looked just like him, acting as if he had no idea what was going on.I sank onto the sofa, my head in my hands. I had never believed in reincarnation, but how else could I explain what I had just witnessed? It felt like I was living in a nightmare, where the rules of reality no longer applied. Marcus had never mentioned having a twin, but that didn't mean he didn't have one.My heart ached so much from thinking about him. I was just getting past that stage of grief. Now seeing his dopple ganger has awakened my emotions.It was as if I was back at square one, and the pain
NICOLEI found myself returning to the cafe time and time again. The mystery guy was still on my mind and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would show up again. I needed to find more details on the guy and know about his background.As the days went by, however, I began to lose hope. I had come to accept that maybe the guy wasn't coming back to the cafe anytime soon.I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I turned to leave, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly, I felt a jolt. My coffee cup tumbled from my hand, spilling hot liquid all over the floor.I reached for napkins and bent down to sop up the mess."Ouch, I'm sorry," I muttered, my eyes still glued to the floor.A voice spoke up, and my heart sank as I recognized it. Tim. Of all the people to witness my embarrassment, it had to be him."Fancy seeing you here," he said, his tone smirking.I forced a smile, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I know, right? We just had to meet here."He stepped back, his hands