Birds chirping and the morning sun pouring through my window are just healing. What a good morning, self!
Hmm, it's been 42 days, Scarlett... Why did you choose to ignore me for that long? Seems like you're super busy these days.
I actually felt better with this distance—or should we call it space? S-P-A-C-E. Is it really effective? I've always heard about this thing called space.
You're actually an author, right? Please tell me how it's going. I could help you with it and maybe prepare a meal sometimes, but here I am, just talking to the ghost of you in the living room. You still exist, but it feels like you're not here.
Valker likes me, you know that, right? But you didn't even think for a single moment that I might like you too—
I like you because of your silly and sometimes dumb personality, haha.
Well, I should stop now. Time to go to work!
Since I'm not fully awake yet, I should get a cup of coffee, but suddenly someone shouted outside, "AHHHH, HELP!!!"
I immediately ran outside to see what happened.
And guess what—
IT'S SCARLETT!! WHAT THE—
She's being held at gunpoint by another woman. Wait, she looks like my friend. I swear, all her features match my friend's. I called Chief Lamor to report it.
Sirens echoed, people shouted and cried. This world is completely messed up. What if these things didn't exist? Would it be different from the world we live in?
The cops arrived on time, responding to me and Chief Lamor's orders. One of the police officers brought a megaphone and announced, "Hands up right now or we will have to put you down!"
"No, I don't want to!" The woman was cold. Her gun won't help.
I regretted what I had thought because the next thing she did was stare at me. Am I that attractive to handle? The woman gave up pointing the gun at Scarlett! However, she said something that could ruin my life, "Give me Vivian first, and I will let Scarlett go. Take my $2 million cash from inside my car."
Whoa, what will she do to me? We have this rule where we should follow the suspect, otherwise she might shoot someone.
"My dear friend, I miss you!" She hugged me tightly as if we were longtime friends... But I don't know her.
"I have so many things to tell you!" Wait, I smell something familiar about her. Do you remember my dearest friend, Charlotte? THEY RESEMBLE EACH OTHER!! FROM THEIR FEATURES, SMELL, AND PERSONALITY—
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. AM I THE CRAZY ONE, OR DID I MISS SOMETHING?
WAHHHH!!!
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This Can't Be The End of Me
Teen FictionWhere Vivian is the person everyone who could wish to live like and to be like. Assuming that her life would be so perfect not until love and work got into testings and trials. Vivian Cartier, an attorney and a detective. She graduated just at the a...
