Kitobni o'qish: «As Long аs I'm With You»

Chapter 1

We’ll figure this out

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Lizzy could not believe what she was looking at. This was impossible². How could this happen? Only an hour ago, everything was fine. She thought she was one of the happiest³ women in the world. She had everything: a man who loved her, an excellent job, a bunch⁴ of friends, and a cute ocean wave green Mini Cooper. She couldn’t wait to wake up every morning and go spend her day working in a big international company as a logistics manager with a big smile on her face. And now… well, now she was not sure that her life would ever go back to what it was. No, come to think of it⁵, she was not sure that she had a life anymore. How did this all happen?

It all began this morning when he told her that he was leaving her. Things went downhill⁶ afterwards⁷.

“You what?” she asked, putting her phone down. Lizzy had been scrolling through some of her favorite influencers on Instagram, looking for productive ways to give her already successful career another boost.

Having just done her morning yoga routine, she was sitting on a tall stool near the kitchen island in her sportswear. She was still on her first cup of the day as the words spilled from her mouth along with the coffee.

He was standing near an open window, still in his pajamas, hair disheveled⁸ from the night’s sleep. It was a bright day and it looked as if he had a halo⁹ over his head. What irony!

“We can’t be together anymore,” he added and quickly looked out the window, turning his back to her.

“What are you looking out of the window for?” She tried to stay cool. “Is your new girlfriend waiting for you out there?”

Staying cool did not seem like an option.

“I’m sorry, but we have to end it today,” he said looking at her.

“What do you mean today?! What? Do you already have a breakup plan¹⁰? Or did you decide¹¹ just then, while drinking your coffee?” she asked, barely controlling herself and slowly realizing that it was not some sort of joke.

“Listen. We’ll figure this out. Believe me, it’s for the best,” he said.

“Are you being serious?¹²” Slamming her cup down on the kitchen island, she suddenly¹³ realized that she could throw it at him right about now¹⁴.

He opened his mouth …and at that precise moment something outside cracked¹⁵. He fell on the floor; his head was covered in blood. Then her phone started to ring.

***

She answered in zombie mode, still unable to process what had just happened.

“You’d better¹⁶ leave now,” a female voice said on the other end of the line. Somehow the voice sounded strangely familiar.

“Ah?” was all she could master, her eyes fixed on the motionless body on the floor.

“Go now or you’ll be lying next to him in a minute,” said the voice without a hint of compassion¹⁷.

“Who are you?” Lizzy was almost screaming.

“Don’t believe anyone. Run!” The same coolness¹⁸.

Then the line went dead.

She put the phone down on the kitchen island and eyed the kitchen. What was going on?

Click.

The brain started to work faster. Lizzy ran to him, still hoping it was a terrible prank¹⁹. Nope. This was blood on her floor. And this was one dead man. Her man. Well, her ex-man. She was checking his pulse and breathing, just in case²⁰, when she heard someone running down the corridor outside her door. She jumped up.

***

The morning street felt strange. How could these people go about their business when her boyfriend was lying dead on the floor, right up there in their apartment? Where was she supposed to go now?²¹ Somehow, calling the police did not seem like a clever idea. But why? She hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d just had a cup of coffee while her soon-to-be-proposing boyfriend was murdered in the process of breaking up with her. Should she call the police after all²²? Perhaps she should.

She checked her pockets, but… Oh no! She’d left her phone on the kitchen island. All her contacts. She didn’t remember any numbers by heart²³. Who could? Were there still payphones these days? Whom should she call even if she found one?

“Don’t scream,” came the same cold voice from the call, but… behind her.

She stopped in disbelief²⁴.

“Keep walking.” A slight shove on her back.

She complied²⁵. A decision triggered²⁶ by her survival mechanism²⁷ rather than her brain.

“Who are you?” she asked quietly.

“In a minute,” the stranger said. “Turn right here.” Another nudge to her back.

They stepped into a quiet alley where most of the benches were occupied with elderly people and mothers rocking their baby strollers²⁸.

“Here’s good,” the stranger said when they reached an empty bench. “Sit down.”

“May I turn around?” she asked, sitting down.

“If you want,” the stranger said.

She did.

Perhaps, it was not a good comparison, but what Lizzy saw shocked her almost as much as the death of her boyfriend.

***

She was looking at herself. Well, she was looking at a young woman who looked exactly like her, as if they were identical twins in different outfits. The same mouth shape, the same celestial nose²⁹. Her straight hair was shorter than Lizzy’s shoulder length curls. The stranger was wearing a plain dark blue hoodie, a pair of black jeans, and, what looked like, Dr. Martens black leather boots.

“Yes, I know,” the stranger said. “It took quite some time for me to wrap my head around this³⁰ too!”

“Are you…?” she began.

“You?” the stranger finished. “Yes. I’m you.”

“From the future?” Lizzy asked in bewilderment³¹.

“Not really,” the woman said. “I’m your copy.”

“My copy?”

“Yes. Some of us have copies, but they never tell us that,” Lizzy’s copy said as if it was common knowledge³².

“Who are they?”

“They.” The other woman shrugged³³. “The ones who want to control us. And now they are trying to erase³⁴ us for some reason.”

What?!

“I haven’t done anything illegal. What is happening?” Lizzy asked in a wavering voice.

“Listen, we don’t have much time, so let’s get the hell out of here first and then we can properly catch up³⁵,” Lizzy’s copy said, looking around.

“But I don’t understand…” she started.

“No talk. Let’s go,” the other she said quickly and stood up.

The stranger extended³⁶ her hand, another cracking sound somewhere in a distance, and… the copy’s head exploded³⁷ like a watermelon.

***

Two dead people in one morning might seem like nothing on the global scale of things but seeing your boyfriend and your copy, whatever that meant, getting shot in front of you could make anyone go insane³⁸.

Is that what it was?

Was Lizzy going crazy and was seeing things that weren’t there? Nope. The moms in the alley were all screaming, and the grandmas were trying to run away. There was definitely a shooting just now.

The cracking sound. Was she the next target?

The twin woman had said that they were trying to erase them. Another click. Lizzy’s brain started to work again.

It took her a couple of minutes to get into the endless stream³⁹ of people hurrying to their work. She stopped by the curb⁴⁰ to catch her breath when a car tire screeched⁴¹ next to her, and the passenger door opened.

“Get in, quick,” the driver yelled.

What next?

Will it ever end?

Why does this voice sound so familiar?

“Come on, Lizzy. We don’t have much time!” He sounded agitated⁴².

He knew her name!

***

Lizzy gaped⁴³ at him. It was him. Her Mark. But how could that be?

“I know,” he said without taking his eyes off the road. “It took me awhile to understand this, but I’m not who you think I am.”

It dawned on her⁴⁴.

“You’re his copy.”

He nodded.

She got into the car.

She couldn’t stop looking at him. This man looked exactly like Mark, the boyfriend who was supposed to propose Lizzy soon. They both had round faces and blue eyes. Only his hair was combed in a different way, to the right side, and he wasn’t wearing pajamas, but a white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The man’s skin was tanned as if he had spent a lot of time under the sun. Mark was not a big of fan of sunbathing and preferred to stay inside. Also, the stranger was wearing a rather chunky⁴⁵ diver’s watch with a steel bracelet on his right hand, unlike her boyfriend who wore his dress watch on a leather strap on the left hand. She remembered that because she had given him that watch as a birthday present. It was only a few days ago. It was expensive and it had taken her a while to choose it in the department store that was near her office.