I walk the streets
I hear the conversations
I feel the gazes
I sense the disgust
I stop, and He stops
He follows me
I can't shake Him
I turn, He turns
I see His reflection
I hear Him breathe
I sense the confusion
Confusion, but why?
He looks at me
He looks THROUGH me
He studies my soul
He research's me
I see Him in my mirror
I pull a gun to His head
Pull, Click, Bang, Silence
He was gone, I was gone
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Whoa, great write the whole way through certainly the surprise ending.