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What will become of us?

Marco

“Ashlyn,” I called her softly, my voice laced with pleading and quiet desperation. Her eyes widened in shock. I saw it, disbelief painted clearly across her expression.

“W-Why are you calling me that? Just because we look the same doesn’t mean you can—”

“I know,” I cut her off gently, tryin...