THIRD PERSONNicole and Nina lounged on the sofa, their eyes glued to the TV screen as the latest episode of their favorite show played out before them. Nina was completely absorbed in the drama unfolding on the screen, but Nicole's attention was elsewhere. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts a million miles away.Suddenly, Nicole slumped forward, her body going limp. Nina sprang into action, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out to shake her. "Nic, wake up," she implored, her voice tinged with panic.But Nicole didn't stir. She remained still and unresponsive, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Fear gripped Nina's heart as she realized something was seriously wrong. "Come on, Nic, please," she begged, shaking her shoulder with increasing desperation.When Nina saw that she wasn't responding, she dialed 911.Nicole was rushed to the hospital and was said to be in a coma, her body weak and fragile. The doctors did everything they could to revive her, but she refused to

NICOLE I held my phone tightly in my hand, my eyes fixated on the image, and my mind raced with confusion and disbelief. I leaned in closer, squinting my eyes, and scrutinized every detail of the photo, as if I could uncover some kind of evidence that would disprove what I was seeing.I blinked hard, hoping that my vision was just blurry, but as I opened my eyes again, the image remained unchanged. My heart thudded in my chest, and I felt a lump forming in my throat.Without thinking, my hand reflexively reached up to my mouth, as if to stifle a gasp. I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down.But the image burned in my mind, taunting me with its impossible reality. Was my mind playing tricks on me?I didn't know if I was hallucinating this image or if it was some sort of cruel prank.With a trembling hand, I reached for my phone again and stared at the picture, trying to make sense of it. I needed to know for sure. I had to double-check. I zoomed in

NicoleI walked into my apartment, still feeling dazed from my encounter with the guy who looked like Marcus earlier that day. I could barely make sense of what had just happened.They looked so much alike that it was impossible that it wasn't Marcus.The guy’s reaction was super weird. And he looked totally clueless. Marcus was dead; I had watched him being lowered into the ground. And yet, here was this man who looked just like him, acting as if he had no idea what was going on.I sank onto the sofa, my head in my hands. I had never believed in reincarnation, but how else could I explain what I had just witnessed? It felt like I was living in a nightmare, where the rules of reality no longer applied. Marcus had never mentioned having a twin, but that didn't mean he didn't have one.My heart ached so much from thinking about him. I was just getting past that stage of grief. Now seeing his dopple ganger has awakened my emotions.It was as if I was back at square one, and the pain

MaxwellWhen I looked up at the window after sharing a kiss with Jennifer, my eyes locked in a gaze with Nicole, the lady from the cafe. It was unexpected, catching me off guard. The intensity of her stare pierced through me, as if she were peering into the depths of my soul. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, curiosity mingling with a strange sense of connection.But then, I noticed something else. There was a flicker of pain in Nicole's eyes, buried deep within. It was a profound sadnessI wondered what could have happened to cause her such anguish, and I felt empathy for her. In that fleeting moment, our gazes became a silent exchange of unspoken questions and hidden emotions.Abruptly, Nicole broke our connection. Without a word, she retreated from the window and swiftly disappeared into her car. The sound of the engine starting filled the air, and she drove away, leaving me wondering what could be wrong with her.Lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to reality when Jenn

MARCUSI gradually regained consciousness and the first thing that hit my ears was the annoying sound of a beeping machine. Seriously, it was like a never-ending alarm clock piercing through my brain. I groggily tried to wrap my head around what the heck was going on and how I ended up in this clinic.The whole place reeked of antiseptic, and I could feel the cold, unforgiving touch of a metal bed beneath me. Yeah, I was definitely lying on one of those sterile hospital beds, tightly bundled up in those oh-so-fashionable white sheets.I looked around and realized I was all alone. No doctors, no nurses, no other patients. Just me and the beeping machine. What in the world was happening? Where was everyone?“N-Nicole," I managed to muster, my voice trembling yearning for a sip of water to alleviate its raspy plea. But my voice echoed back at me, bouncing off the sterile walls, unanswered.The door swung open, and I mustered up a weak smile, expecting to see Nicole's familiar face.