The realization slowly made it's way to my head. Her eyes... Her hair... Her lips... Her kisses... She wasn't my wife. She wasn't my Chelsea. "You're not, Chelsea... are you?" I barely got, slowly backing away from whoever was in front of me. She tilted her head down, her lips turning in an upward position, not being the smiles my Chelsea once made, though having the same exact face. She began to walk closer and closer to me, my back now hitting the nearest wall, with her continuous actions. "No I'm not, Xavier."