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You didn't remember. Not that you wanted to, who would? Waking up in a hazy reality, the middle of the woods, blood on you, but somehow knowing it wasn't yours. A bunch of fake ID's. Any sane person would probably run, but you knew that'd only be running from a person who'd always follow you; Yourself.
After a walk into a bar, you see a pair of green eyes, bright ones at that, that looked... overwhelmed.
Pairs of blue and hazel eyes to follow right behind, the same expression.
Overwhelmed.