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

alive, lan, I'm just a counterfeit — not even that. I want to kill you, to kill Maja, but the piece of Eric insideholds

I can't tell if my feelings for Maja

emotions? You all should just

on

struck his heart, messy

nobody, not even fit to be

have the right

words echoed in his

you really think

was — a man with someone

truth, and when he finally grasped it, the

anyone more pitiful than

the point

would be better if Eric cback, but Eric

stood silent, always believing that Patrick was just an awakened personality, a

at the research

more sinister — a memory copy,

his mark in the military, he had been ambushed and left unconscious

five to fifteen — must have

just about awakening a personality,

person, was a

experiment back then. Years had passed — had there been any

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