Things Arent As They Seem Sequel to "I'll Always Be Here"

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Ricky

Ice, snow, it all made me sick. Cold and sloppy. It looked pretty until you stepped in it. The cold burned my skin, when I breathed it felt like needles inside me. My hair was stiff and snot was  running down my face.

Thank fucking God the cabin isn't far now. A tall man comes out picking me up and taking me inside.

"Damn baby you look aweful." He says kissing my blue lips.

"I fucking hate it here." I say through chattering teeth.

"I do to, we'll be home soon."

I light on fire to warm up, he wraps his arms around me as the flames engulf us.

"Babe, you ok."

I snap out of my daze. "Yeah." Why the fuck am I shivering

I cuddle up to Ryan then remember he was an ice cube.

"Are you sure you're ok."

"I'm fine." I snap, he looks down.

"I'm sorry, I'm irritated. It's been awhile since I didn't have complete control over myself."

"Is it your doppelganger, did he hurt you?"

"No, how much do you know about doppelgangers?"

"Something evil that pretends to be you to hurt you somehow."

"He's not my dooplganger," I admit." he's me. I just didn't realize it until now. Something tragic happened and I tried to get ride of my negative energy so it wouldn't be so painful in my next life. I killed myself and didn't realize that it also pushed out all my past memories. When I met you and the guys I thought it was my first life. I was wrong. When I zoned out  just now a memory came back."

"Do you want your memory back?"

"I don't know." I whisper. "Either way someone's going to be hurt."

"How so?"

"I dont want to talk until I know for sure."

He pulls me to his chest, it was in a comforting way. But was I comforted or did I just think I was?

Mike

Tears streamed down my face, when I saw Ricky, all I wanted to do was pick him up in my arms and kiss him. To hear that adorable laugh. But I knew I couldn't, he didn't remember anything. When I saw him with Ryan my blood boiled. I didn't know why but I always hated Ryan.

I wish I could talk to someone but Chris didn't even know. In our first life we were separated when we were little and found each other after Ricky. I couldn't even say his name without wanting to  break down.

The only person I could think of was my mom. She would listen, except she was always busy with work, AKA demon stuff; and making sure we didn't burn shit.

I just want my baby back in my arms. I miss his sparkling blue eyes, the cute little laugh, his feisty attitude,  the way flames danced around his hair. The way he went from hyper and cutsey to a serious badass within seconds. I missed the way he used to lay ontop of me, the more hot and passionate we were the more fire engulfed us.

Now he was in the arms of another man, he had no clue of us. There was nothing I could do except sit there and watch while my heart wrenches in my chest.