I was stunned. I ran over to the attractive man’s lifeless body on the street. Then something very strange happened. Once I got to him, he faded way and disappeared. I was baffled and looked around to see if anyone else had saw what I had just saw. No one seemed to be concerned or even know what had happened. I then looked around on the street and watched his blood also fade away as if it was never there. I looked up at the truck and it now appeared as if didn’t just hit him. It proceeded to drive pass and go on with their business. Just like that, it was like nothing had happened and life in The City went on as usual.
It was like I was living in some weird simulation or even a video game. His disappearance made no sense to me, but at the same time, it made complete sense. The same thing was probably occurring to me each time I had been killed.
I started to walk down the street back towards the apartment I apparently lived at, and the convenience store I apparently ran. I was trying desperately to connect the dots of everything. I began to speculate if the attractive man was just like me. It seemed as if he wasn’t a filler like everyone else. Not only did I find him attractive, but it was also extremely appealing to think that he could be just like me. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I needed to find him. I knew that if he was just like me then he should have woken up somewhere just like I did after I was killed. The question was: where?
As I continued to walk, I realized that I had no way of knowing where this attractive man was. I was upset, but I tried to put him behind me and move on. However, I couldn’t forget. Something about him stood out. I wasn’t sure if it was his looks, that fact that he saved me, or because I believed he was just like me.
When I got back to the convenience store, I walked in and looked over at the register to see who was there. Scott was still there from early. He looked up, smiled at me and yelled, “Hey Aaron! How’s it going?”
“As good as I can be.” I nodded as I walked through and went back to the elevator. I went upstairs and went straight to the apartment. In the bedroom I laid in bed fully clothed with my hands behind my head. Confusion was how I probably should have felt, but I was tired of feeling that way. In a strange way, I feel this was the moment I started to come to terms with my reality. Perhaps it was because there was just too much, and it was becoming impossible to process it all. It was better to just let it all be.
I soon fell asleep and woke up the next morning. I got up out of bed and gazed out the window down at the street below. I wasn’t scared or confused anymore. I was numbing my mind for what I felt was for my own protection. I didn’t want to think about my circumstance anymore. People watching out the window seemed much more appealing to my mental well-being.
As I watched the people walking along the street, I was hoping to see that attractive man again, but I knew that was doubtful. I remember knowing at the time that it was bad for me to keep thinking of him because I knew I was probably going to never see him again. I wanted to be a wishful thinker, but I kept telling myself that I was a fool for even thinking.
Then something incredible happened. I saw the attractive man turn the corner and start walking down the street. He was alone and walked with confidence. His demeanor and look made him easily noticeable. He was tall, muscular, and had short pink spiked hair. I couldn’t believe that I was actually seeing him. I panicked and started to scramble around my apartment as if I needed to do something but didn’t know what that was. Then I realized the obvious. I needed to go after him.
I raced out of the apartment and to the elevator. When I got downstairs Scott was in the convenience store yet again. “Hey Aaron!” He yelled as if he was robot programed to say that every time I entered.
I didn’t say anything back to Scott this time. I just ran out the door and started running down the street toward the attractive man. It didn’t take long before I was able to catch up to him. “YOU!” I yelled when I got to him.
He stopped and stared at me like he was looking at a ghost.
“You’re the one that saved me.” I said as I was struggling to catch my breath from the sprint to him.
He smiled. “Oh yeah, you’re the one who was stumbling off The Loop like a confused fool.”
“Yeah, that was me. I’m the confused fool.” I said back.
“I can’t believe you found me. Have you been looking for me?” He asked with cautious curiosity.
“No. I saw you from my apartment window.” I said as I pointed up towards my apartment.
He looked up and said nothing back.
I continued, “Can I ask you something? Do you know what’s going on here?”
He laughed. “That’s a rather deep question.”
“Sorry. I just really don’t know what’s going on.” I was getting nervous as I was beginning to think he wasn’t going to be much help.
He then got closer to me and said, “Let’s get out of here and go somewhere with less eyeballs. We can talk there.”
“Thank you so much.” I said with a sudden abundance of relief.
Before turning to lead the way down the street, he said to me, “By the way, my name Mykito. Nice to meet you.”
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