Hey, my name is Evie. I'm a twin and I have a serious backstory to tell you about. We were born in Russia but our parents were actually from Brazil. They had to move to Russia because of some problems with the law there and they wanted us to be safe. When we were younger, we used to dream of going back to Brazil or even Scandinavia where our dad was from. But it never really worked out for us that way.
When we turned 18, my sister and I decided to move out of the apartment our parents had been renting and find our own place. We both got jobs as baristas at this cute little coffee shop in town. It was really cool because we were able to meet all kinds of people from different backgrounds.
One day, this guy came into the shop and he was so hot! He had these ripped jeans and a leather jacket and I could tell right away that he was kinda rough around the edges. We started talking and it turned out that he was actually really sweet and we ended up going on a date later that week.
We went to this dive bar downtown and had so much fun. He ended up buying me a shot and then I lost my inhibitions and started kissing him. We didn't even make it to the bedroom, we just did it right there on the couch in the living room. It was so hot!
After that night, we started seeing each other more often. He introduced me to his friends and they all seemed really cool too. We went out a lot and even took a trip together to Mexico for a few days. I had never been out of the country before so it was a real eye-opener for me.
Things were going great until one night when we were hanging out at his place. He had all these tattoos and piercings and it turned me on so much. We were making out and then he started touching my breasts and I felt like I was on fire. I wanted him so bad, but then he stopped and told me that he needed to take a shower.
When he came back, he was all cleaned up and wearing this fancy suit. He told me that he had some business to take care of and that he would be back later. I tried calling him a few times but he didn't answer his phone so I just went to bed. The next morning when he still hadn't come home, I knew something was up.
I called all his friends and they said they hadn't seen or heard from him either. They thought that maybe he had gone on some kind of business trip or something like that. But it didn't add up because he had never mentioned anything to me about going away.
I ended up calling the police and filing a missing person's report. They told me that sometimes these things can be really complicated, but they would do everything they could to find him. It was such a shock and I felt so lost without him.
After he disappeared, I didn't know what to do with myself. My sister tried to cheer me up and take my mind off things, but it wasn't easy. I knew that I had to keep going though because I had to be strong for her too. Eventually, we both moved out of the coffee shop and found new jobs in different places.
But even now, all these years later, I still wonder what happened to him. Sometimes I even dream about him coming back and everything being okay again. But I know that's probably not going to happen. It's just one of those things that you have to learn to live with, I guess.