Dilly

Willy

After pulling the door shut, I ran to my room and screamed in my pillow, my soul filling with as much depression and loneliness as it did before Duke arrived. I still loved him dearly, and I knew he loved me back just as much, but why was he so desperate to leave? Family members, perhaps. Couldn't he have just brought them here? I had to shrug it off. It was time for me to get over it. It was time for me to keep filming TikToks, just like I promised Duke.
I picked up my phone and started filming a pov, as what Duke called them. Duke. I began to tear up thinking about that name, but I just had to get over it. I quickly took off my glasses and wiped the tears off my face. I also announced to the oompa loompas that I would need some alone time for a while.
After a few takes, I got the perfect pov and posted it. After making a quick grin of satisfaction, I noticed from the reflection from my phone that it looked an awful lot like Duke's grin. Why did we seem to have so many similarities, anyway?
I stared in the mirror and slowly took off my glasses, hat, and wig. I fixed up my real hair and recreated Duke's cheerful smile.
No. That was impossible, yet it all seemed to make sense. I learned to love myself, both on the inside and the outside. And I loved myself back. And it wasn't because of Duke that I was now making a comeback. I didn't have to miss him anymore, for he was right here.
He was me.