The next morning, Tom awoke to the sound of the opening of his dresser drawer. “Dammit Tyler,” he cursed. Suddenly upright, comforter on the floor, Tom beheld himself.
This Tom was a few pounds thinner. His haircut was shorter, cropped like the one he’d worn in the previous spring. There were heavy purple sacks under his eyes. On the floor of the bedroom room lay a half dozen empty cans of various off-brand energy drinks and sheets of torn-away notebook paper covered in ferocious scribbling. On the wall was a table, hastily drawn in red marker, with six column headings, which read “Date, Time, Date, Time, Distance, Observations.” In addition, to the table, words and numbers were scattered across the wall as if they had escaped it.
“I’ve been …show more content…
Uh…uh Emily’s really great, they’ve got like cutesy for each other and everything…and her friends are really great. Tom 3 went to her parents’s house in the Hamptons. The Hamptons! And he made some connections…he’s even got job offers.” “You haven’t talked to him have you?” “No, no, of course not. I have…well I have stepped in for him,” “Stepped in for him?” “Yeh, just little things. First time I just brought up the mail and he thought it was Ty and Ty thought it was him. I guess I did talk to Emily. Once. Just once, I swear. I was there alone and she left something in the apartment. She’d couldn’t tell the difference.” “You can’t do that.” “And she kissed me and she couldn’t tell the difference, so I kissed her back…” “You can’t do that.” “Who says?” “I…I don’t know, but you can’t. You just can’t. How’s anyone supposed to explain something like that if it was …show more content…
Two of us cannot consistently exist in the same world, who knows what will happen?”
“The headaches.”
“Yes, but also something more serious.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…” “I’ve spent plenty of time in his world. Whole days. Hiding, watching,learning. I take precautions. I also lie under the bed or on the balcony before I travel. Because we never checked those places. And everytime I fear he might find me in a hiding spot, I simply recall myself.” “He’s going to see you, at least catch a glimpse. And if it’s before he slips for the first time, he’ll have no idea of how to explain it. And what do you have to gain by going back some often anyway. You could never stay, make it your home. You can’t share his life.” “And I can’t live his life with him in it.” “Yeh.” “I can’t live his life with him in it.” “There cannot be any more interactions between us. We have to live separately. No more crossing over” “Not at all?” “No, not at all. I’m going back. I’m not coming here
This Tom was a few pounds thinner. His haircut was shorter, cropped like the one he’d worn in the previous spring. There were heavy purple sacks under his eyes. On the floor of the bedroom room lay a half dozen empty cans of various off-brand energy drinks and sheets of torn-away notebook paper covered in ferocious scribbling. On the wall was a table, hastily drawn in red marker, with six column headings, which read “Date, Time, Date, Time, Distance, Observations.” In addition, to the table, words and numbers were scattered across the wall as if they had escaped it.
“I’ve been …show more content…
Uh…uh Emily’s really great, they’ve got like cutesy for each other and everything…and her friends are really great. Tom 3 went to her parents’s house in the Hamptons. The Hamptons! And he made some connections…he’s even got job offers.” “You haven’t talked to him have you?” “No, no, of course not. I have…well I have stepped in for him,” “Stepped in for him?” “Yeh, just little things. First time I just brought up the mail and he thought it was Ty and Ty thought it was him. I guess I did talk to Emily. Once. Just once, I swear. I was there alone and she left something in the apartment. She’d couldn’t tell the difference.” “You can’t do that.” “And she kissed me and she couldn’t tell the difference, so I kissed her back…” “You can’t do that.” “Who says?” “I…I don’t know, but you can’t. You just can’t. How’s anyone supposed to explain something like that if it was …show more content…
Two of us cannot consistently exist in the same world, who knows what will happen?”
“The headaches.”
“Yes, but also something more serious.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…” “I’ve spent plenty of time in his world. Whole days. Hiding, watching,learning. I take precautions. I also lie under the bed or on the balcony before I travel. Because we never checked those places. And everytime I fear he might find me in a hiding spot, I simply recall myself.” “He’s going to see you, at least catch a glimpse. And if it’s before he slips for the first time, he’ll have no idea of how to explain it. And what do you have to gain by going back some often anyway. You could never stay, make it your home. You can’t share his life.” “And I can’t live his life with him in it.” “Yeh.” “I can’t live his life with him in it.” “There cannot be any more interactions between us. We have to live separately. No more crossing over” “Not at all?” “No, not at all. I’m going back. I’m not coming here