One Day

Everyday.
Every day I wake up like a normal person but I don't stay in the same body. I transfer from one body to another. Meaning: I don't have my own body. You'll ask, 'what happens to the person who owns the body?' Well, let's just say he's still inside but I control his consciousness.
There's no scientific explanation for this. And I think it started when I was born. Until I finally said to myself that something is wrong. I'm not normal. I'm not supposed to be here but I can't control it. It's been going on and on until I started to burst out crying and wish it would stop. I can't have any friends because the moment I woke up, I have new parents, new bedroom, new body, and new life. I don't even know how I will die, when is my birthday, who are my parents, and what's my real name. Until I come up with a name - A. Yes, my name is A but I play along as I wake up in the morning. I pretend that I own the body; that my name is Fred - who is... who I am right now.
When I woke up this morning, my bedroom is blue. My hair is black. And it's Saturday. It surprised me that I live somewhere near the place that is so memorable to me - the bookstore. I gathered everything that I need to carry especially my phone to notice anything like phone calls, to do list, and anything to remind me of what should Fred is supposed to do right now. And right now, Fred doesn't have any errands to run. I know that, cause I can go into the person's memory.
I decided to hang out at the bookstore. I decided to seat where I remembered everything that happened to me - that very unforgettable day. I touched the chair first and dragged it so I can sit. When I feel comfortable now, I put on my headphones and play a song in Fred's iPod. Carry On.
Everything now starts to be cool and nice and sweet. The memory is alive. I can still remember Rhiannon and everything about her; her face, her favorites, her stories, and her life. She's the only person I ever talked to about my condition, that I'm not a normal person, that I change bodies every day. Everyday.
I closed my eyes as I start to remember the moment. At first she freaked out but she played along. She understood me. She accepted me. And not just the whole me but we even tried having a relationship. Every time I wake up into a different body, I see to it that I send her message to her email address so I can contact her. We meet. We eat. We talk. Even though she have to bear with my face changing every day. We kissed even if I'm in a girl's body. We meet up even if I look hairy and scary. But that's what I like about Rhiannon; she accepts that fact that I have temporary things in me.
But I let her go even if she doesn't want to. Even if I don't want to. It's the right thing to do. I was in a body of a guy named Alexander. I think he's good for Rhiannon so I gave him to her. We had our last moment together even if she doesn't want to let me go but I have to. I don't want her be with a guy who doesn't have a body; own body. It hurts to remember the moment. But I know Rhiannon is happy now.
When I opened my eyes, I swear I am looking at her right now. She's still with the guy, Alexander. I think they're on a date. She's beautiful as ever. Although she's all matured now. She wears a dress, a light make up, and the smile I loved most about her. Alexander left her out of the store. He's probably going to get something inside for a second.
I know I should stop looking at her but I can't. I'm still surprise seeing her here. I looked away when she looked at me. I fished my phone and pretend that I am texting someone or reading something. But it's too late. No. she can't see me.
"Excuse me?" I hear her say it. Her sweet sweet voice. I look up even if I shouldn't. If I don't look up then she'll probably wonder. But a part of me wants to.
"Do I know you?" she asks.
I shook my head. "I don't think so. Have we met?" I'm trying to look cool and simple cause that's what Fred is, from a memory. She's looking at my eyes for clues. This is how Rhiannon looked at me when she wants to know if I'm really A. She thinks she can see me through the eyes of the person. Then she backed away.
"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "I thought I've seen you before."
Before I could say something (which I don't really know what to say next to her), Alexander is back calling her.
"I have to go. Bye." She waved and almost skipped as she walks towards Alexander. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Then they walk away. But Rhiannon looked back again but I looked away before she could sense something again.
Back then, I promised her I won't lie to her or play a trick on her whenever she suspects that I'm A. I promised her that. But I feel a bit of guilt that I kind of pretended I was not what he's suspecting. I'm A. I am but I have to stop telling her that. I can't ruin her relationship with Alexander the way I did with her former relationship. She's happy now and doesn't need me anymore.

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