Actually I Was The Real One Romane & Geschichten

I announced my truth to break his illusion. "I am engaged.”

I looked around for good measure before taking it out anew, frustrated with it already. “Leave me alone,” I whined to myself. I turned it on and automatically straightened up at what I saw. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I know the whole truth. Call me asap. My stomach lurched.

The real culprit wasn't me. It was her.

"Like I'm real." The words hit Marcus like a fist to the sternum. He should have let go. Should have pulled away, put distance between himself and this impossible man with his ice-cold skin, his silver eyes and his complete absence in mirrors. Instead, his thumb moved in a slow circle against Silas's wrist, feeling the texture of skin that shouldn't exist. "Are you?" Marcus whispered. "Real?" Silas's eyes darkened. "What do you think?" "I think you don't have a pulse. I think you don't breathe right. I think you cast no reflection and staff members look through you like you're not there." Marcus's hand trembled against Silas's wrist. "I think you're dead."

m. It was real. The video was real.

I quickly denied, snapping out of it. He shrugged, "I know you want me. I want you too, stop fighting this and let's just go back to how we used to be." I sneered, "You've gotta be joking. Are you saying you'll make me your girlfriend when the real one is there?" "You are my real mate not Lea. You just don't understand yet but you are my real girlfriend. That is why everything is still a mystery to me." He blurted out. My heart skipped a beat, what's this again? He is saying I am the real one again? How is that even possible?

Very pissed. Was any of this real?

I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered again. But this time, it wasn’t denial. It was realization. A very cold realization. I had been a mistake. And now… He was fixing it.

he asks out of breath. "What? Isn't this what you wanted? The fake breakup? Tell me, was anything real? Was everything fake this whole time?" I ramble, my voice shaking with emotion. I feel so stupid, so broken and pissed off. I swore I would never act like someone I wasn't and here I am dressing up like a damn Barbie acting like I have my shit together when I don't. I'm a cussing, wild, mess and I love it. I love who I am. "You know it wasn't." He narrows his brows. I stop, looking at him. He sounds serious, and looks it but how do I know for sure? What parts of him and I are real and fake?