stolen love- by fatumo mohamed

Every night, I return to the moment when I had you in my life. It is not by choice; it occurs late at night, when I am fast asleep. I used to despise it. It reminded me of how much I miss you. At first, I thought it was all a dream, but then I realized we'd made new memories. When I returned to the present, those memories stayed with me. But you were always gone, I always returned, and you...never came back. Why would you? I was startled and bittersweet the first time I went back in time. Hearing your laugh, seeing your beautiful smile, and holding you hurt. But the simple truth that it kept happening gave me renewed hope. I hope I was able to help you in some way. Keep you from meeting your untimely demise. You're not mad at me every time I see you. Perhaps it's because you don't know the full story of how I betrayed you, but I never want you to find out. That's how selfish I am. My name is Lucas Rutherford, and I heartbreakingly murdered the love of my life. That is, according to the police and the residents of this sleepy town. I was new in town, and she was adored by all. Particularly me.

Every time you see me, we're always up to something fun. You look at me as if I'm going to vanish forever, as if I'm not real. Your face is always troubled, as if you're trying to figure something out. Your touch sends shivers up my spine. My thoughts are still hazy. My heart is still pounding. It all happened so quickly. I was with you one minute and then all I saw was darkness the next. It couldn't possibly be you, could it? Did I just imagine your beautiful brown irises turning red? No way, no how! I'm sure I'm still dizzy. Yes, that's all! I need water. I'm in desperate need of something to relieve the throbbing pain in my head. It's as if I'm re-living the same thing over and over. You were so pleasant at first. But that one night, it's as if you were a different man. Your stares weren't as soothing as they used to be. You had a devilish appearance. My name is Amelia McKay, and I was heartbreakingly murdered by the love of my life. And he can't find out I'm still alive because even if it's the last thing I do, I'll get my revenge.

How could you want him and not me when you're so beautiful and intelligent? In every way, I'm superior to him. We may have the same appearance, but we are not the same. I saw you for the first time at your cafe. Your brown hair was up in a clip, and you appeared graceful and at ease. Your laugh filled the room, and all of your customers adored you. I really want you, no, I need you. I want to wrap my fingers around your luscious hair and feel your skin beneath my touch. I'm tired of hiding in the shadows. I'm going to come see you tonight. "Is that you, Lucas?" Isn't it lovely that you think I'm Lucas? What a moron you are. "Yes, it's me, dear." I grinned. I could tell I was lustfully looking at you, but I didn't care. I moved forward to touch your soft skin. Your eyes were wide with terror. “What’s wrong Lucas?” I didn't say anything. My grip on your arm tightened. I noticed your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting me, Lucas; stop!" I let go of you. You took a couple of steps back. I accelerated until your back hit the wall. "What are you afraid of, dear? I thought you loved me." You exhaled a small gasp. What a sight it was to see your chest move up and down so quickly. "Of course I adore you, Lucas. But you're behaving strangely." That is not my name. Stop calling me that! That was the moment I realized you'd never love me. You mistake me for him, which is unacceptable. My name is Ian Rutherford, and I heartbreakingly murdered the love of my life. You never had the same feelings about me. If I can't have you, Lucas can't either. You are the only exception to the rule that twins share.