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

— not even that. I want

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

burden of these complex emotions? You all should just drop

chest heaved, his gaze falling on Maja,

his

even fit to be

didn't even have the right to

words echoed in his mind, mocking

really

was — a

and when he finally grasped it, the reality

anyone more pitiful than

was the point

but Eric had vanished,

stood silent, always believing that Patrick was just an awakened personality, a creation intended to replace Eric,

the research

— a memory copy, an attempt to

military, he

fifteen —

awakening a personality,

another person,

experiment back then. Years had passed —

on Gøøglᴇ to access

waste any more words. He felt his existence

He belonged nowhere.

insignificant, he was nothing