Looking back on my life, I realized how I couldn’t have survived without him. He was my sub-conscious, and what’s worse is I didn’t even realize till he was dead. So I guess I should fill you in more.
Everyone has a twin, is always there for you, a perfect clone. See, what’s funny is I was the clone. And I stole from him. His entire life. Pasha led a life of help, even though I made him miserable. After all, I was just a clone.
And now he’s dead. He committed suicide. He took his own life. Pasha was always there for the clone. How ironic. So yeah, no he’s dead. And I feel horrible. He took his own life.
I jumped off the building, waiting for a sudden impact.