"You're not me," I growled at the shadow who kept insisting so. "I'm me, so you can't be."
"Oh is that so dearest?" the shadow bubbled. "If the world was so simple, there wouldn't be so many pointless arguments, there wouldn't be a divide of any sort, there wouldn't be any useless conflict. This all adds up to one thing: there wouldn't be any war."
I glared at the shadow, confused at where all this was coming from.
It continued. "Oh, but my dear, the world isn't like that. People fight different battles with different ideals towards the same cause. If we translate that to our little predicament, can't we both be you but different?"
AN//I wrote this at three a.m. a few weeks ago and I'm just reading this now. I have no recollection of writing this, I only know from the time on it.
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Reminiscent: A Collection
Short StoryHi, I'm a writer that tends to work on bigger writing projects, but occasionally I get little things out. This is a place for me to share those little tidbits of writing and I also tend to share the scripts for my speeches too. I hope you enjoy thes...
