He looked like Aiden. But not completely—100% Aiden. Something about his face now felt different—more distant, almost unfamiliar.
Why? Why didn't I realize sooner that this wasn't him?
It's as if the person I thought I knew had been replaced by a shadow, a stranger holding a fragment of truth just beyond my grasp.
Who is this?
Which spirit bastard dared to impersonate Aiden just to fuck with me?
I don't know this guy at all. That's why I always felt something was wrong with him—this bastard! Only Aiden has the right to end my life, not some stranger or any vengeful spirit!
With renewed fury, I strained to pry his fingertips from around my neck, but I couldn't even muster the tiniest bit of strength.
His lips suddenly curled into a mocking smile.
I grit my teeth, feeling a surge of defiance. From whom have I been running all this time? Whom have I feared, apologized to, shed tears for? Who has tormented me? The things I've done—what was it all for, then?
