CLONED

BOYXBOY RETRO SCI-FI
I felt disowned. Forgotten and left for dead. My original wanted nothing to do with me, and nothing hurt more than self hatred.

But he didn't hate himself. Sihan was confident, suave, and loved being the center of attention. What he hated was me. A clone, an imitation of who he never was, and "never would be"

In his eyes, I was pathetic. I was him. And he didn't like what he saw.

But I liked what I saw. Sihan was beautiful, intelligent, and dangerous. Original. No one else was like him. Not even me.

He made that thoroughly clear after abandoning me.

Now it's been ten years, and I haven't heard from Sihan since. I had forged myself a new path, created memories that were my own, and have become my own person. I no longer needed Sihan. He was but a distant memory.

It's only days before my expiration that Sihan shows back up in my life, and I can feel myself fall for him all over again.