1963

You were Vergoux little sister and despite being year younger than them you hanged out with Charles’ friends. When you were children or now after finally you started high school.

You were pretty. Joseph sometimes thought laying in his bed at night. He caught himself thinking about you more after he matured enough to realize girls weren’t ‘ew’ anymore and that can be pretty attractive. Sometimes. Well you definitely never were ‘ew’ to him but always were pretty.

He wasn’t trying to hide his feelings. Teasing you from time to time or shamelessly flirting when no one would hear.

Everything went wrong when Dupin also realized that you were pretty too and that he sometimes stared at you more that he should.

And that made Descamps absolutely annoyed and beyond upset. He would stop talking to Dupin for day or two after seeing him talking to you in the parts of school where no one wandered to. Because who Dupin was to sneak around with you? He was first. He showed you those places and he caught feeling first.

So when he passed Dupin on his way to the secluded corridor he couldn’t take it anymore.

He walked quietly but firmly to the place you two sat to avoid your brother, teachers or classmates. You were sitting on the windowsill as always. He would just lean against it smoking stealing glances at your ‘pretty’ face.

But now cigarette was the last thing on his mind and its place took confronting you after weeks of his frustrations.

“So you’re hanging out with Dupin here now?” He asked looking at you as his hair fall on his eyepatch.

It was almost as you ignored him. Was he stopping to be your friend? Do you not want to see him? Is it because of eyepatch?

He thought looking at you expectantly with insecurities creeping their way into his head.