Mirage

Emory jogged along, hating every moment that led them to this point in life. Running. Was. Torture. They had to think to themself: what led me here? Why am I doing this?

Shortly along the jogging path, Emory saw Jaime. Jaime was their neighbor in the apartment complex, across the hall. Jaime happened to love running, and Emory was just desperate enough for a friend that they thought they’d also take up running. There have been more regrettable choices in life, Emory supposed.

Emory finally huffed their way up to Jaime and stopped. “H-Hey!” They panted out. “Fine day for a jog, right?” Jaime stared at Emory, confused. Emory stared back, more confused. Jaime didn’t have hazel eyes. Jaime’s eyes were blue. Who was this??

“I’m…sorry. I thought you were-”

“You thought I was Jaime.” The not-Jaime smiled. The dimple appeared in the exact same spot, but for some reason, Emory noticed it more on the not-Jaime than they ever had with Jaime. “I’m Jaime’s twin, Jesse.”

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