Michael's P.O.V
"You, Or is it me? Who are you?", Feeling my breath caught in my throat I stand up from the chair staring up at the very tall version of me wearing a cream-colored coat matched with a maroon vest and pair of pants. His clothes resembled that of men who once lived during the Victorian era.
I am You. Well, I'm more of like your other half. Your insanity.
He answered motioning for me to take a seat on the sofa as he stood up in front of the television. Taking off his coat and places them on the coat rack by the door before taking a chair from the small table and placing it in front of me then takes a seat with his legs crossed over and his hands neatly placed on top of his knees, showing that he was no threat.
At a closer inspection, you can see small scars spread all over his hands and face. His eyes were still full-on black just as they saw them at the tea party.
