Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Gunshots and explosions tore through the air, filling the atmosphere with the acrid scent of smoke and dust. Patrick felt an

inexplicable pull towards the chaos, the fires spreading like a rampant beast through the city.

To him, it seemed as if he might never return.

With Maja safely to the side, lan strode over with determination and grabbed Patrick by the shoulder.

"I don't care if you throw your life away, but I'll be damned if I let Eric die because of it!"

Patrick shrugged off lan's grip, aiming a kick at his midsection, but lan, quick as ever, sidestepped the attack.

Tremors ran through Patrick's chest, his fingertips quivering.

"lan, do you have any idea what kind of memories are trapped in here?" Patrick tapped his temple, his eyes bloodshot with

emotion. "Memories of Eric, of you climbing trees at five, enlisting and becoming a hero at fifteen, the feuds you had with Eric, the

pain he endured. The worst of it's been blocked by my subconscious. I can only access so much. Eric used to say I was just a

personality cooked up in slab, but I never believed him. I thought I had a name, I searched and searched. And you know what?

The memories I found were from your perspective!"

"What are you getting at?"

"Isn't it obvious? Someone copied a chunk of your memories and implanted them in Eric's mind. I'm not Patrick, not Eric, and

definitely not you, lan. So who am I? Can't someone tellwho I really am? I'm nobody, I don't even know why I exist. As long as

lan, I'm just a counterfeit — not even that. I want

funniest thing? I can't tell if my feelings for Maja are mine, Eric's, or yours. I'm nobody, so why

emotions?

Patrick's chest heaved, his gaze falling on Maja, who leaned against

his heart, messy and

even fit to

the

echoed in his mind,

you really think you're

he was — a man with someone

truth, and when

more

point of his

cback, but Eric had vanished,

that Patrick was just an awakened personality, a creation intended to replace

the research

sinister — a memory copy,

in the military, he had been

could recall — from age five to fifteen — must have

was just about awakening

person, was a horror of

been the only successful experiment back then. Years had passed — had there

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

words. He felt his existence was a blemish, an

He belonged nowhere.

insignificant, he was