Slen
"um, I think you have me confused for someone else," she says smiling apologetically "My name's Ara," My head spins, she looks exactly like her, the same long brown waves of hair, the same curves, the same heart-shaped lips. And those eyes. Those ice green eyes that had always made my knees buckle. "you - you're right, I'm sorry, you just look really familiar," I smile through my confusion and tip my head. I should just walk away. "I'm Slen," I mentally slap myself It's not Laura, leave it be. "any way, I'm sorry about that, have a nice day Ara," my heart drops to my toes. Ara smiles kindly "you too Slen," and takes her food from the counter.
Not long after, I watch discreetly as she exits the diner. Something feels different I realize with a start. But she can't be the next one. Can she? I see her through the window as she turns around the corner of the building to head down the street. Despite myself I hurriedly get up from my booth - leaving my breakfast sandwich behind - and speed out of the shop to follow her.
Ara
I start down the street; heading to my apartment a couple miles away. Well, that was interesting. I had been a bit confused at how Slen looked at me; it was like he was seeing a ghost. He seemed so flustered, so confused. Nevertheless, I had felt inexplicably drawn to him, though we only spoke for a moment. There was something about him that sparked both intrigue and something akin to fear. It was an odd feeling. The whole encounter was a bit odd. The strange feeling must be sticking with me because as I walk home, I can't help but feel I'm being watched. Trying to shake off the paranoia, I pick up my pace.
When I reach my apartment I hurry inside. Lifting the blinds a couple inches, I scan the area in front of my building complex. When I don't see anyone, I brush away my paranoia, laughing at how silly it was in the first place. Letting the blinds fall, I head to the bathroom to wash away my sweat.
Slen
I know I shouldn't be following her but that hasn't stopped me before. Most times I had stalked my next victim it hadn't even bothered me, I had simply pursued til they came to a private spot and I threw the hatchet. It was best to get it over with right away. But this time the wrongness of it gnawed at my insides. What is wrong with you? She can't be your soul mate, fate is not that cruel. I hesitate a moment before jumping behind a bush as I watch her enter the apartment. I linger far longer than I should and see her lift the curtain just enough to peek through. I stiffen slightly, did she see me? Once the curtain falls I crouch a bit lower and wait until I know she's moved on.
I need to figure out a way to keep an eye on her until my shock wears off and I can tell if I'm actually aging or not. But how to do it? Fate always seems to bring soul mates back together at some point. But I don't have time to wait, I have to continue stalking her, and hope she's not the one. I run to a cluster of bushes not far off and hide in their covers, positioning myself in a way that I can simply open my eyes and see her door. Guess I'm sleeping here tonight.