Eight Years Ago
We sat and stared at each other. The small room in the temple seemed more cramped than usual as I stared at an exact copy of myself and tried to process what the fuck had happened.
He cleared his throat.
“So, I suppose this it it huh.” He said. “I made a copy, I have become the man I have hated for the past three years.”
I was jolted out of my staring. “You made a copy? It was me!”
We stared at each other.
Exact same memories, exact same person. Who could say was the original?
Of course we came to the same……