Masked Telepathy

CHAPTER ONE - LOOK ALIKE .

(Jack P.O.V)
He stood there under the battered streetlight, which was aging has the seven foot iron that once held the name of this glorified town was now bent in sorrow and left to rot.

He seemed way out of my social class, a luxurious white coat that brushed against his ankle. A rather rare designed leather boot that echoed a click sound whenever a droplet would come ruining its spotlight.

We stood there starring into each others eyes, and if I'm right maybe thinking the same damm thing. His piercing bluish grey eyes and sharp distinctive features which almost looked if not exactly like me.

It's has if time had stopped, all human existence was wiped from every corner of the earth. And it was just me standing here, on the quiet, desolate street of Via del Corso starring into the eyes of a man who looked the splitting image of me.

Silence filled the air, only the whispering cold wind that roamed by could be heard. I turned on my heels, trying to ignore what the hell just transpired and headed towards my apartment, which was just a few minutes away from where I was standing.

Just as my luck with my ninety year old brain, I left my umbrella at my house in the midst of hurry as I tried to catch the bus this morning, which of course was an epic failure. Ah, it's a shame I'm twenty two and still don't know how to drive, not good jack not good. I laughed at the silly thought of me ramming the first car I attempted to drive in a trash bin. I didn't mind being wet at least this counts as saving money that I would have to use to pay my shitload rent.
By the time I reached the oh so familiar rusty door of my one room apartment I was soaking wet, aint gonna be surprised if I catched a cold tomorrow. Then again a perfect opportunity to take a day off. Just kidding I can't miss tomorrow I will finally get a chance to meet the man behind all these big projects.

I slipped my hands into my pockets fishing out my apartment key. It felt weird almost as if I wasn't at the right place. Ah it felt so refreshing knowing that now I could finally rest in peace, although it was only two nights but dear heavens it was really irritating hearing loud music blasting at my ears every night sucks for being broke af for not being able to afford a reasonable apartment close to work with easy access to the city.

My landlord / bar owner's wife was due to have baby so he shut down the strip club and yes I had to be very specific there, closing it up for two nights.

 
Brushing away the rare thought of bathing, I dived right under the warm blankets trying to block out the cold. But why just why can't I seem forget that strange man. During my childhood all I remember was just me spending almost all of my life in a concrete prison aka The Oakwood All boys Orphanage. So why was there someone who looked exactly like me . Ah!!.

I clenched my jaw in frustration, allowing the sounds of angry rain droplets that attacked my window to send me to sleep as I clung to sunflower, a teddy bear the only Christmas gift I ever received in my lifetime.


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