It was a normal day roaming the beaches, staring at my blank bare arms. My tattoos were covered over now, hidden beneath a mess of new ones, roses and anchors. I fabricated a brother and a sister who'd been my triplet siblings. I always wanted to have a brother. I was just lying it was nowhere on my papers or anything.

Ariana was nestled asleep in her car seat, and she looked a lot like me. I scooped her up, "hey little princess," I said. She was a little princess. She was the world to me. If I went home I couldn't keep her. I had to make an identity for myself, and leaving Ariana behind to go back would have to be the case.

I felt someone tap my shoulder. Always I get the "you look like Josh" comments. I just say I'm a distant relative. Tons of those right? "Hey Zane," the girl with dark hair said. Always with the girls coming over to me. She had a Canadian accent so my heart skipped a beat. I tried my hardest to avoid Canadians and sometimes it was inevitable. Thank god this was Emmaline's cousin Celestia and she looked a lot like Emmaline. "Hey little Ari," she tickled Ariana. "I wish you would go back to who you were," Emmaline's family knew about my past. I hate lying.

"I know," I said. "I miss my old life but this is more quiet," I added sitting up. Both of my tattoos were sleeves that covered my old ones.

"Some people asked about Josh Ramsay the other day on the website," she ran a blog for wedding photography. She was very talented. "Zane you do know someone is going to find out who you really are."

"I legally can use Zane," I said. "I legally changed my name tight after the crash, my driver's ID says Zane Harlow Ramsay. Made myself a year younger. " I added.

"Zane you don't understand. Ari will be taken away from you if they think you're committing fraud. You aren't technically as you changed your name once you got here, and no one got suspicious. Ariana's father is legally Zane Ramsay, not who you were before." She said.

"Just leave me alone," I said and picked up the car seat with Ariana inside. She started to babble endlessly and cutely. I loved my little girl.

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