LOGINHe steadied me and asked gently, "Are you okay?"His voice.... Jesus. It was Enchanting, smooth and Illegal."Y-yeah…" I whispered, totally forgetting how blinking worked.He was taller than me too. Why did everyone I meet come in extra-tall? Was there a height requirement to appear in my life? Then, why didn't Simone obtain one?"I’m… sorry," I said, trying to sound normal. "I’m usually clumsy, but I didn’t mean to slip.""No worries. I’m Darth."His smile.... father lord, I almost fan-boyed on the spot."I’m Klein," I replied, my voice cracking slightly.Shit.He smiled again.‘Oh my days…’ I screamed inside. ‘Is this how people fall in love?’"Cute," he murmured.HE CALLED ME CUTE.Congratulations to me... because at this rate, I wouldn't mind becoming man-whore… He stepped back a little. "I’ll be on my way now."Wait...already???But then, as if hearing my internal scream, he turned."Umh, would you like to exchange contacts?"I almost fainted again. Fuck yes!I gave a small nod
I stared at this person who had my same hair, same face, same nose that I always thought was just okay but I guess it looked good enough for someone to copy.He just stood there, staring intensely at me.I cleared my throat and sat up properly."Excuse me," I said, waving a hand at his very familiar face. "Why do you look like me? Is this some identity theft? Did someone clone me without my permission? If this is trending online, I swear I want credits as the real owner of the face."Other-me didn’t react to my fantastic logic, he just tilted his head. "Why did you choose this fate?"I raised a brow."What fate? The fate of fainting earlier?” I scoffed and gave a careless wave, “ Who would choose that? Of course, I didn’t. Gravity just… betrayed me."He ignored my attempt at cracking a joke and instead said slowly, "I’m you."I stared at him. "I figured. I have eyes. I don’t need a mirror to confirm that."He sighed... I sighed.It was weird."Soon, you’ll understand how important you
Klein—The next morning, I was full of determination.Today, I was going to look for Jaycee. After Silvio left last night, Jaycee had called me a few hours later, asking if we could meet today and I had promised I'll be there.I grabbed the door handle, opened my room door, and almost ran into a well-dressed wall.A well-dressed wall named Silvio Alvarez.My boss stepped out of his room at the exact same time. Immaculate suit, perfect hair, and that classic expression of ‘I woke up flawless, deal with it.’ He was looking effortlessly attractive while I probably still had pillow lines on my face.He glanced at me once and spoke like he was giving orders to an army. "Get in there, change, and meet me in the lobby. We’ve got a place to be."“…Excuse me?” I blinked at him. "Uh, good morning to you too?"But he was already walking away.Did this man not hear my greeting, or did he just ignore it because it didn’t match his aesthetic? Either way, I stood there like an abandoned broom for th
Silvio—The window offered a clear view of the busy road ahead as I stood by the wide glass pane. Suddenly, a scream tore through the quiet. It was Klein’s scream. I had heard so much of his annoying voice that I recognized it instantly. My first instinct was to ignore it. Whatever drama he was caught up in wasn't my business. But that thought vanished the second the entire building began to shake.A low rumble started beneath my feet, growing until the walls began to shake lightly. From the hallway, I heard panicked shouts and the sound of running feet. This wasn't normal… and it had started the exact moment Klein had cried out. That couldn’t be a coincidence. A cold, sharp curiosity replaced my usual indifference. If I went to him now, while everything was in chaos, I might just catch a glimpse of who...or what...Klein really was.We were next-door neighbors, so it only took me a few steps to get to his door. I knocked, first once, then again, harder. "Klein?" I called out. There
—KleinSleep? Who needs that? Certainly not me; especially not when my birthmark decided to turn into a personal branding iron overnight. Something was seriously wrong because this was beyond strange; it had never happened before. But I did not plan to tell my parents . If they found out, I’d be thrown into full parental lockdown, complete with home-cooked meals and overprotective nagging. They’d probably chain me to my bed if they knew.I rubbed my eyes and dragged myself out of bed, immediately greeted by the smell of food. I had crashed at Simon's place last night after work, and this morning, my occasionally thoughtful but mostly chaotic friend had apparently decided to play the role of a caring person. He had made breakfast.As I approached the table, taking in the spread, I noticed a note sitting next to the plate."Be careful of that guy, Silvio. He could be dangerous."I chuckled at his dramatic warning and dropped the note back on the table before heading to the fridge. I had
—SilvioI tapped my fingers on the desk, trying to ignore the itching sensation spreading through my skin. It started as a faint irritation, barely noticeable, but now it was growing stronger, almost unbearable. My jaw tightened.I knew what this meant.Ever since that night at the club when I first sensed the crystal's presence, I had been restless. And then, I met Klein. There was something strange about him… something familiar yet unexplainable.The sensation had first hit me at my place, then at the club. And now, here.I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was connected to what I was searching for.But how?I looked up at the door, sensing movement outside. A moment later, Klein burst into the office, completely out of breath. "I'm sorry, sir, but I need to go home," he rushed out.Before I could respond, he spun on his heel and bolted out, vanishing down the hallway.I stared after him, my eyes narrowing.That’s when I saw it; a faint glow at the back of his neck.A light?Was







