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
MaxwellWhen I looked up at the window after sharing a kiss with Jennifer, my eyes locked in a gaze with Nicole, the lady from the cafe. It was unexpected, catching me off guard. The intensity of her stare pierced through me, as if she were peering into the depths of my soul. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, curiosity mingling with a strange sense of connection.But then, I noticed something else. There was a flicker of pain in Nicole's eyes, buried deep within. It was a profound sadnessI wondered what could have happened to cause her such anguish, and I felt empathy for her. In that fleeting moment, our gazes became a silent exchange of unspoken questions and hidden emotions.Abruptly, Nicole broke our connection. Without a word, she retreated from the window and swiftly disappeared into her car. The sound of the engine starting filled the air, and she drove away, leaving me wondering what could be wrong with her.Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to reality when Jenn
NICOLE I was at the pharmacy unit at the hospital to get the anxiety drugs prescribed by my doctor when I saw an unconscious Maxwell being wheeled into the intensive care unit. Beside him, clutching her chest, was Mariella, her eyes swollen with tearsI wondered what was wrong with him. He looked fine the last time I saw him at the mall.Mariella was being really dramatic about the whole thing.Some things never change. Forever the attention seeker.I didn't want her to see me and wasn't in the mood for any confrontation. So I pretended not to see her, holding my phone to my ear as if I was receiving a call and walked fast towards my car.“Nicole! Nicole!” I heard my name out of nowhere and stopped abruptly on my toes.I stopped suddenly, standing on my tiptoes. Slowly, I turned to face her. She was coming towards me with her hands in her pockets, making a big show of it.A sly smile played across her face as she gave me a barely noticeable wave. Every fiber of my being yearned to w
MARCUSI gradually regained consciousness and the first thing that hit my ears was the annoying sound of a beeping machine. Seriously, it was like a never-ending alarm clock piercing through my brain. I groggily tried to wrap my head around what the heck was going on and how I ended up in this clinic.The whole place reeked of antiseptic, and I could feel the cold, unforgiving touch of a metal bed beneath me. Yeah, I was definitely lying on one of those sterile hospital beds, tightly bundled up in those oh-so-fashionable white sheets.I looked around and realized I was all alone. No doctors, no nurses, no other patients. Just me and the beeping machine. What in the world was happening? Where was everyone?“N-Nicole," I managed to muster, my voice trembling yearning for a sip of water to alleviate its raspy plea. But my voice echoed back at me, bouncing off the sterile walls, unanswered.The door swung open, and I mustered up a weak smile, expecting to see Nicole's familiar face.
MARCUSThree weeks had passed by since I regained my consciousness, and I still haven’t contacted my family or Nicole. I don’t know why I haven’t done it but I just knew the time wasn’t right yet. Besides, I still had some investigation to do.In the dimly lit room, I peered through this tiny crack, totally fixated on Mariella as she did her thing in her bedroom. I was glued to every move she made, analyzing every little gesture and soaking up her expressions.And then bam! I saw her getting ready to bounce, so I quickly dashed back to my room. As soon as I heard the sound of her car zooming away, I kicked into high gear.I strolled up to her door, being real careful, I pulled a small device from my pocket—a listening device. The tiny tool held the key to unraveling the secret that surrounded Mariella.I strategically planted it in a discreet corner of her bedroom, ensuring that it would snatch up every single sound, every hushed whisper that echoed within those four walls. It wa
NICOLEMarcus and I locked lips, totally caught up in the moment. It was like fireworks exploding in my mouth, and amidst the heat of our kiss, I could taste the saltiness of tearsWhen we finally pulled apart, we just stood there, staring at each other, grinning like two goofballs. I felt this incredible sense of calm and contentment wash over me. Marcus was finally back with me, and it felt damn good.“I was scared. when you started reacting to those damn peanuts, my heart stopped”, Marcus blurted out his eyes still wide with worry“I have no idea how it happened, it must have been some crazy mix up with the order or something”, I replied shaking my head in disbelief “But seriously, how on earth did you manage to find me?" I asked amusedA sheepish smile spread across Marcus' face as he confessed, "Well, let's just say I may or may not have been low-key following you."I couldn't help but chuckle at his admission. "You were following me? That's both creepy and adorable," I teased