Talking to His Other Self
James' POV “He’s dead, James. You should be happy he never knew.” Chris whispered in my head, seeing my reflection becoming a different version of myself: dark, malicious and sick of me pretending. I turned away from our bathroom mirror, avoiding his words. I was exhausted, everything happened way too fast for me to comprehend with my memory rushing back in. "Why are you so reluctant to feel what you actually feel? If you just let me handle everything like before then you can rest." He persuaded me to let go, to retreat to where I used to be - non-existent. I sighed. If only he could love Andrea the same way I do… to the point of lying to her face just to protect what we had. But for Chris, it wasn't that way. I know, with him, Andrea would be at harm's way. I should really keep myself
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