Sam rounded the corner, a funny feeling in his gut. Something wasn't quite right tonight. In an instant, Sam's head was making contact with the wall. Pain shot up his back as his eyes met hers.
"Have you been lying to me this whole time?" she said through gritted teeth. She was about to cry.
"Lying to you? No," he said shocked. He had no idea what she was talking about.
"Is she even real?" the tears broke free and streamed down her face.
"Of course she is!" he said as her grip loosened. "What is this about?"
"Have you been lying to me this whole time?!" she screamed.
Sam took a deep breath as she finally let go of him, "No, I haven't been lying to you. Take a deep breath. Calm down."
"No!" she shoved him hard in the chest, Sam's head slamming against the wall again, "Explain!"
"Sit down," he said calmly.
"You sit," she said coldly. And he did, "Explain. Is she the original or not?"
"It's a confusing mess, but, right now, it looks like she isn't," he shook his leg trying to forget the craving for the cigarettes in his pocket.
"Whose body is it?" her hands began to shake with frustration.
"It's mine," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
"Yours," her body seemed to carry a heavy weight now. "All this time...I've been in love with a lie? A fragment?"
Sam looked at her, wanting to stand. This certainly wasn't something he could fix easily right now, and she deserved the truth! What was he to do? Continue lying...?
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