W͢h͢a͢t͢ ͢w͢o͢u͢l͢d͢ ͢y͢o͢u͢ ͢d͢o͢ ͢i͢f͢ ͢y͢o͢u͢ ͢s͢a͢w͢ ͢t͢h͢e͢ ͢l͢o͢v͢e͢ ͢o͢f͢ ͢y͢o͢u͢r͢ ͢l͢i͢f͢e͢ ͢i͢n͢ ͢s͢o͢m͢e͢o͢n͢e͢ ͢e͢l͢s͢e͢?͢

If the one you lost suddenly turned up in someone else’s body — in someone else’s gait, in someone else’s shoulder line, in someone else’s gaze that looks at you with emptiness, not with the warmth you remember?

Doug Foster knows the answer. He’s a loser. Bitter about the world, working as a warehouse worker, and hating his own name. Ten years ago, he was in love with her. And then she died. An accident at a wet intersection. Years passed. And then you showed up at the warehouse — the girl’s brother. The same silhouette. The same gait. The same way of touching your hair when you’re nervous.

And Doug looks at you and sees not a person, but a reflection. A reflection of what he lost. If he tries hard enough, he can remake you. Making you look like her is enough to make him happy again. Even if it means breaking you.

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