She stopped kissing Andrie when she slightly lifted the hem of his shirt. Gently, she stroked his waist, moving lower and lower until she felt a small area that she thought was a scar. Her eyes widened, and she involuntarily parted her lips.
She stared into Andrie’s eyes above her, who had also stopped kissing her lips.
Azora swallowed hard. A chill ran through her as she contemplated the truth that it might indeed be Anthony above her and not his twin, Andrie.
But why? How?
Anthony brushed her cheek. “Done playing?” he asked, a smile forming on his lips.
Azora’s gaze suddenly became cloudy. She covered her mouth and let out a small laugh. Anthony moved away from on top of her and helped her sit up properly. He also adjusted the passenger seat’s backrest.
She cried silently for a few minutes while Anthony remained quiet in the driver’s seat, watching her. She bit her lower lip and glanced at him. Their eyes met. She blinked and smiled weakly, wiping her damp cheeks and feeling the warmth in her face. She suddenly felt ashamed.
“A-Anthony…?” She swallowed. “Are you… Anthony?”
“You strongly insist that I am him and now you’re doubting who I am?” Anthony’s lips quirked up.
Azora’s face twisted in confusion, but she didn’t speak. She looked over Anthony again and reached for his cheek. She gently caressed it. “I’m s-sorry,” she whispered. She stared into his eyes. “B-But… I thought y-you’re dead!”
Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Anthony–”
“I’m not him, Azora.” His brow furrowed deeper. He stared at her seriously. It seemed he wasn’t joking anymore and was genuinely annoyed with her. “Stop calling me that name,” he said in a low, threatening voice.
“W-What…” She swallowed repeatedly and ran her fingers over his face. She also looked over his body. “What did they do to y-you?” she asked in a whisper.
When Anthony didn’t respond, she looked up at him. “Did you remember anything about the past? About us?”
Hope filled her eyes as she stared at him. She was sure now. Anthony was in front of her. She knew where the scar was located because Anthony once joked about it with her. But she couldn’t understand why he didn’t remember her, why he introduced himself as Andrie to her and others. He even dyed his hair and changed his demeanor. Why? What happened to Anthony? And who was the man who looked like him that she saw being choked by her father?
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Azora furrowed her brows, deep in thought. She hadn’t noticed that Anthony had been staring at her face for a while now.
Anthony couldn’t help but notice Azora’s beauty, though sometimes he couldn’t trust that there weren’t times when she seemed to be losing her mind. He often caught her talking to herself, and sometimes she would just stare blankly.
But he couldn’t understand himself either. Why was he drawn to Azora? Why couldn’t he take his eyes off her beautiful face? And why did he feel a pang of sadness every time he looked at her? Like he was longing for something he didn’t know? It seemed to hurt him every time their eyes met. There was something he wanted to do, but he didn’t know what.
So as he stared at her blank face again, he couldn’t help but lean in and gently kissed her forehead. There was a warmth that enveloped his heart and he closed his eyes as his heart pounded with sadness.
He was sad to see Azora blank, as if she was losing her mind. But he shouldn’t be sad for the girl because she was their plan from the start. But why? Why is there a pain in his heart? Why doesn’t he want to see Azora slowly losing her mind? Why doesn’t he want to see her struggling? Shouldn’t he be happy because he will finally get revenge on Alibata Briones’s son and he will finally have justice for the death of his twin brother Anthony?
“W-What did they do to you … Anthony?” Azora suddenly asked him.
He pulled his face away from it and looked closely at Azora. She was asking him questions as she looked at him. He gently shook his head and looked down at her lips, which were swollen and swollen because of the kiss. A small smile appeared on his lips while he remembered the kiss they shared earlier.
“I’m not Anthony,” he said in a louder voice while still looking at Azora’s lips. He bit his lip to keep himself from approaching her lips again.
“N-No … you’re Anthony,” she said.
He took a deep breath and finally took his hands off his cheeks. “Stop thinking that I am him. I’m not my dead brother.”
“B-But the scar on the lower part of your waist and the way you kissed me … t-they’re like Anthony’s! Please tell me that you are him!”
He looked away. He was stopped when Azora reached for the hand holding the steering wheel and repeatedly kissed it. He quickly pulled away, but Azora held it tight and cried looking at him. “P-Please …”
He took a deep breath and looked back at the front. He heard Azora sob in the passenger seat with her hand.