"Hey." A quiet voice was heard. I looked around and saw nothing. "Hey!" I walked out of the room and saw nothing again.
"Uh hi?"
"Maya." A copy of myself walked up to me. She was dressed in a cropped button down and high waisted jeans. How I used to dress.
"Maya?"
"What happened to you?"
"Eliza happened." I looked down at my pink sweater and no pants.
"Remember the good old days when you'd be dressed and out by now?"
"Yeah. But I'm locked down. It's a different life."
"More like locked in." She joked.
"Um what?"
"Wow. Even your sense of humor changed."
"I think I'm the same person. Just in a relationship. Our first relationship. Ever."
"But this isn't a healthy one. She's manipulating you to stay here until you die!"
"That's not true!"
"Really? 'Oh you're not gonna leave right? I'd be sad if you left but you're free to. Why haven't you gone anywhere? Some things should only be ours.'" She threw her hands up. "She took you away from Joey for god sakes! That's how you know she's always watching you. She knew exactly which grocery store you were in. She knew that you saw Joey and came out of fucking nowhere to take you away! You have Stockholm syndrome Maya! Get that bitch arrested!"
"but. I love her."
"No you don't.. you love Amber. You wanna know what she looked like before you met her?"
"She hasn't always-"
"Maya please. If she looked like that we would've fucked her ages ago." I didn't argue.
She showed me a picture.
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"She's pretty but she's-"
"Not our type." She finished my sentence. "And you wanna know who is?"
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