Actually I Was The Real One Novels & Stories

They were true. "She fit the expectations. She fit the politics. She fit the alliance " I said. I swallowed hard. "But she never fit me " I said. Marcus remained silent. So I kept going. Because once the truth starts coming stopping it becomes harder than continuing. "I spent years convincing myself those were the thing " I said. "They weren't " I said. The realization should have arrived years ago. Instead it had arrived tonight. Far too late. Marcus looked at me carefully. "This is about Selena " he said.

I remained trapped in her trembling hands. “You spared no one,” he hissed. “I’m not you. I’m not you. I’m not you.” I repeated, hoping that might stop the nightmare. “I am you, Raven,” he said. “NO!” “I am the real you.” “NO!” “Is that so? Hmm,” the other me said. “Then maybe I am not you.” His voice changed slightly. “Maybe it’s… me.” Hyperventilating, I forced my eyes open as cold sweats trailed down my forehead.

I mumbled out to myself and tried to stop my racing heart, but nothing I do could make my damn mind forget how close he was, and how I freaking literally wanted him to be closer Ugh, maybe the real psychopath in the end is me! I was the real psychopath after all....

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

Now he knew who I really was. "Ruel,"

Zane screamed for the system to shut down And in the chaos, I felt the truth strike like lightning: *I am real. I feel. I remember.* Pain, love, fear — all of it. I opened my mouth, voice trembling but strong. “I’m the real Lena!” I screamed. “And I’m done letting you decide who I am!” The light swallowed everything. Then — silence. And when it cleared… only one Lena was still standing.

He chuckled tearily, "It's true." "Are you serious? Are you sure? Maybe they just look alike, or she's her twin—" Mia rushed the words out of her mouth. "She's the one. The real, original Jennifer Mandez. I recognize my mother." Chuckling, he added, "I still find all of this surreal." "Ahhhh... So, you're the one who triggered..." Mia noted thoughtfully. Again, Shawn nodded in agreement. "It was me." Mia was rendered speechless.

One where I could be me and give margin for her to simply be her. It was a pipe dream that I needed to get over. She was authentic and real, and I was just me... America's favorite fake.

"Just the same way you taught me." Because the real me? The real me was done being afraid.

I fоught hаrd tо kеер brеаthіng, dеѕріtе my bоdу’ѕ bеѕt аttеmрt tо ѕhut dоwn. It was all a lіе, it hаd tо bе. I knew thе rеаl Jоеl, this guy wаѕ fake, аn іmроѕtеr. It wаѕ whо hе became whеn hе rеtrеаtеd bасk into hіѕ оld ѕhеll.