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"Thank you, he takes after me," I said with a proud smile, an attempt to make the situation less tense than it already was. "You really don't want me to talk to him?"
"I'll be fine," she said. "I'll be leaving now. Thank you."
"Alright then. I'm really sorry about this," I apologized.
"It's fine," she said. "I'll be leaving now."
She turned around, walking away slowly, contemplating what to do next. How could he be so stupid?
"What was that all about?" Stacy asked.
"I assure you that I have nothing to do with this. At least not directly," I defended. "It seems that my little brother has been using my identity to talk to that girl."
"What? Ian? Is that even possible? I thought he doesn't even like women?" The barrage of questions sounded similar to the ones I had heard both in high school and med school.
"Believe it or not, my younger brother desires women," I replied. "But almost ninety percent of the time, the women he desires do not desire him in return - but someone else."
"In other words, you…" she said as she looked away. "As much as I would like to feel bad for him. There is only one visible victim here."
"No argument there."
It still felt unreal. Ian found it distasteful to act like me most times when I would ask him to help me with meetings and such. But going out of his way to act like me for a woman? Could it be that my brother had finally reached the point of desperation?
"I just hope he figures this one out," Stacy said with a sigh. "He might not know the true power of an angry woman."
True.
Chapter fourteen
The False Twin
Ian
"I'm thinking of making some dinner. Would you mind coming to my place tonight?"
It was the text I got from Natasha. As much as seeing this text would have made me excited on previous occasions, this was the only time I wasn't as excited as I'd normally be. And the reason was simple. She wasn't talking to me, but the persona I had created of the man she truly loved: Ethan, my older brother. I was getting exhausted, frustrated, and jealous of something that technically didn't even exist. And even if it did exist, it was just me in a different form. I needed it to stop.
"I need to stop," I said to myself as I examined myself in the mirror.
My hair was wet, so all I needed to do was ruffle it, and I'd look like my brother. Sound a little carefree too. It wasn't that hard. Anytime I visualized going as Ethan, I would remember the times with me as myself.
It was when she slept over at my house, and I would wake up finding her in my bed. When I made her breakfast, she watched and criticized me. I'd watch her change into her scrubs as she stopped using the bathroom. She started becoming more focused on hearing me talk or even joining me at the rest garden areas in my hospital without saying a word while I observed my patients going about their day.
I was slowly falling deeper and deeper in love with her as Ian. It wasn't fair. What I was doing was nothing less than identity theft.
"But she's also involved with both you and the fake persona you created," a voice whispered in my subconscious. "Are you truly the only one at fault here? She's technically cheating."
"What?" I blinked twice.
I was trying to figure out where the strange voice came from. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a while, but I shook it off. The question or argument the voice proposed wasn't so wrong. But her eyes seemed to tell a different story. The way she looked at both personas were almost alike. And recently, it seemed like she was looking harder at Ian than Ethan.
It all happened after she had askedEthanwhat I thought about her…and the carnival…
What…
What have I done?
I wiped my face in frustration.
