You’ve survived.
As of now, that soulless imitation of you is gone.
It wanted to take your place, to be you. But why? What would it have done, living your life, wearing your face? The thought lingers, a gnawing unease that no amount of answers could ever satisfy.
For now, you can rest.
But no matter how much time passes, no matter how safe you feel,
You’ll never forget this night.
Again?