"Marcos, please wait!"

A loud, steady voice called out hastily, followed by rapid footsteps hitting the steps at the same pattern-like pace.

"Are you leaving?" The voice asks, tentatively coming to a halt right behind him.

Marcos heaved a sigh, words refusing to form in his head as he struggled to come up with a perfect excuse to give his brother.

He veered around slowly, his gestures careful as if he was approaching a scared animal when in reality it was just his brother.

He came face-to-face with the teen, noticing the curve that formed on his brow.

"Damien, it's not what it looks like." He said as he let...