Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

No more words needed. This was real.

Just not in the way I'd planned. I texted back: "On my way. Time everyone sees the real me."

') Every one crafted to assess whether she could become—just one. This. Amina sank to the ground, gasping for air. “No…”. Adrian seized her before she tumbled.' First Amina watched them closely. “Now you understand.”. Amina remained with him as the truth unraveled. “I'm not real.”. Adrian made a fierce turn towards her. “Don't say that.”. “But I was created—”. “You lived. You chose. You loved. That makes you real.”. His voice was steady, urgent.

Then finally, I told the truth. “My real name isn’t Elara.”

I wonder if he knows just how impossible that is, just how far gone the real me is? I look up at him again after looking down at the plank for fear of losing my footing. His blue eyes piercing me with an intensity I haven’t seen from him before. And I start to think. Maybe this is the real me, not my real name, but the real me. I’ve never been aloud to just be me, not before coming here. Maybe I’m not as far away as I think I am.

"It was the truth." "The truth?" she repeated, her voice flattened, the earlier enthusiasm draining away. "I'm supposed to believe that, Justin? This minute you act like you care, and the next minute I'm nonexistent to you." I ran a hand through my hair, my chest tightening. How was I supposed to convince her otherwise? "I know... I know it's messed up. I know I haven't exactly been the most trustworthy or believable person. But this is different. This is real. I'm trying to be real here."

The woman slowly rose from the chair. Her eyes never left mine. And her smile widened. "I've been waiting for you, Alika." I stepped backward. Trembling. Terrified. Confused. "Who are you?" The question escaped as a whisper. The woman laughed again. Then tilted her head. And gave the answer that destroyed everything I thought I knew. "Me?" She smiled. "I'm the real you." And for the first time since all of this began... I wished I had never opened that door.

It was real. And I was running out of time.

“I’m here.” And for once, it felt true.

A warning. A beginning. That was when the r ealization hit me. I’d just sent the only person who could stop it into