I'll Teach You, Marianne.

Anne cancelled her intention to do her task. Seeing Alan's photo live on the cell phone makes her almost scream out loud. However, when she found out that this handsome man was named Alan Knight Clarke, Anne's heart became chaotic. She didn't understand why there could be someone who looked exactly like Jack in Luxembourg. When Anne was focusing on her cell phone she was suddenly startled by a touch on her shoulder.

"Aah ...!"

"It's me, Anne, don't scream!!" said Linda quickly so that Anne wouldn't scream again.

"Linda!! Can you not come in stealthily like that? I only have one heart, Linda, what if my heart jumps out of place?" Anne screamed loudly while holding her chest. 

Linda laughed in amusement at Anne's words. "Our hearts are made by God, not man-made. So how could it be possible for it to escape from your chest cavity, just because you were surprised like that, Anne?"

"But still, Linda. Are you a human or a dementor after all? The sound of your footsteps can't be heard at all," Anne snarled again.

"I'm Lord Voldemort," Linda answered with a big laugh.

Anne, who was already irritated, was getting angry at Linda who was joking. She hit Linda's thighs so hard that it made Linda wince in pain. Not long after that, Linda sat beside Anne. 

"What's wrong with you, Anne? I've already sent you some messages, but you haven't replied to a single message," said Linda annoyed.

"Messages? Did you send me..."

Anne finished her words when she saw that there were about five messages sent by Linda. Even though she had been holding her smart phone, Anne was still focused on seeing Alan's photos on the internet, so she didn't notice that there were some incoming messages. 

"Well, see? I sent five messages to you, Anne, but you didn't reply to any of them," said Linda, her voice was rising. 

Anne lowered her face with her eyes closed hearing Linda's words. She looked confused as to where to begin. Because she still couldn't believe what she just saw a moment ago. Linda, who knew Anne very well, sensed that there was something odd about her best friend. Without a word, Linda grabbed Anne's chin and lifted her up so that it was level with her. 

"What happened, Anne?" Linda asked seriously. 

Anne re-opened Alan's pictures on her cell phone and showed them to Linda silently. 

"Why did you show your phone, Anne, what…"

Linda was silent. She didn't continue her words when she saw Anne's cell phone screen. Dozens of photos of Alan could be seen clearly on the internet in various poses in many places with different hairstyles and clothes. 

"Jack… Why are you showing me these photos, Anne? Didn't I tell you to forget him? He's gone, you can't continue to mourn his passing like this, Anne. You have to move on with your life, I'm sure up there Jack will not rest in peace when he sees you continue to mourn like this," said Linda at length. 

Anne looked at Linda with sharp eyes. "Alan, this guy's name is Alan, not Jack."

"Anne, come on, don't joke. Obviously this is Jack, you don't have to joke, Anne," said Linda, her voice rising, because she felt that she was being tricked by Anne. 

Without speaking, Anne took her cell phone back and started entering Alan Knight Clarke's name in the internet search right in front of Linda's eyes. After Anne pressed the enter button, suddenly various articles and photos of Alan appeared. Even Clarke's company name came out. 

"It's impossible, Anne," said Linda quietly as she grabbed Anne's cell phone and looked at Alan's very clear photos one by one.

"I can't believe it either, Linda. I almost went crazy looking at those photos. He really has a face that looks a lot like Jack, if they were standing side by side I wouldn't be able to tell them apart," said Anne quietly.

"Yes but this can't be him, Anne, how can there be someone who looks exactly the same? And if it is Jack, there's no way the Luxembourg media doesn't know. They'll know it's Jack. But this is…"

"Look at his childhood photos, Linda. Everything about him is on the internet, including a photo of his millionaire grandfather, Mr. David Clarke," Anne said quickly, cutting Linda's words. 

Linda immediately did a search about Alan Knight Clarke's childhood. Not long after, she entered the keywords, various photos of little Alan appeared on Anne's cell phone screen. Even photos of Alan growing up were also shown on the internet. 

"Pinch me, Anne, I'm sure this is a dream. There can't be... Ouch!!" Linda screamed loudly when Anne pinched her hand.

"Anne...!"

"Weren't you the one who asked me to pinch your arm?" Anne asked innocently. 

"Yes I did, but it hurts so bad," Linda answered shortly, feeling her arm which was hot because of Anne's pinch. 

Anne did not respond to Linda's words. She still looked confused by what she had just learned. Linda, who wanted to make a joke, immediately turned serious when she saw Anne was silent again.

"What do you think, Anne?" Linda asked softly.

"Do you think there are two people in this world who look exactly the same, Linda?" asked Anne.

"Of course there are, Anne, a lot of people have twins, Anne," Linda answered back with a smile. She already knew where Anne was talking.

Anne looked back at Linda's expressionless face. "Then do you think this man named Alan is Jack's twin brother?"

"It seems impossible, Anne, this man named Alan lives in Luxembourg, while Jack is in Switzerland. Although they are both businessmen, I'm sure they don't have any relationship. Look, this man named Alan lives with his grandfather after his mother and father died of illness. Meanwhile, Jack's parents just left him when he was an adult, right? If this man named Alan is Jack's twin brother, then why didn't Jack's parents tell Jack about the whereabouts of this other child? This grandfather of Alan or Jack's parents will definitely find out about each other, Anne. I think they really have nothing to do with Jack. They're just two people who happen to have the exact same face," said Linda at length, trying to give the most plausible explanation. 

"Looks like you're right, Linda, this man named Alan is someone else who has the same face as Jack. I'm sure he's not Jack, the way he looks at me is very different from the way Jack looks at me," murmured Anne quietly. 

"Well yeah, it's you..."

Thump! Linda almost choked on her own saliva hearing Anne's words.

"W-what do you mean, Anne?" Linda stammered. 

"I've met this man, Linda, I just met this Alan Knight Clarke," replied Anne quietly without pause. 

Continued