“I’m Dmitri I will be the one to interview you today. Dmitri?” No it can’t be there is no way that this guy in front of me isn’t Jacin. What is this some cruel joke that is played on me by fate. Having me meet a identical copy of the man I love with my whole heart, the man I lost so tragically. I was frozen as I stared at him. His hair was cut short on the sides and the curls are neat at the top of his head. His eyes seem duller than Jacin’s and his face didn’t hold a smile. Jacin was always smirking, it was a half smile. This guy just seems bored. In my mind I know that this can’t be Jacin, Jacin died, but in my heart I feel like it is Jacin that is sitting in front of me.
“I don’t have all day! I knew when I saw your name on the list I should not grant you an interview. I don’t know how
