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 to kill you, to kill Maja, but the piece of

if my feelings for

these complex emotions?

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

his heart, messy and

even

didn't even have the right

in his mind,

you really think

a man

chasing the truth, and when he finally grasped it, the

anyone more pitiful than

was the point of his

but Eric had vanished, absent for a

awakened personality, a creation intended to replace Eric, to

the

a memory copy, an attempt to completely replace

the military, he had been ambushed and left

could recall — from age five to fifteen — must

about awakening a personality,

copying memories, completely replacing another person, was a

had been the only successful experiment back then. Years

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to waste any more words. He felt his existence was

He belonged nowhere.

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