[ No, it is a joke. Because it has to be. A cruel, unfunny joke that isn't like Evie at all, that he has no explanation for, but it has to be, because the alternative is worse.
A haunting image creeps into his mind despite himself. Ellie, with a broken arm, telling him of a man that looked just like him, acted just like him, and worst of all, knew everything about them both. A man she'd genuinely believed was him, to the point where she'd invited him into her room, let him close the door behind them, only to have him turn on her and smash her forearm with a hammer.
His stomach turns over, blood going cold as his hand drops away from her face. Somehow, he manages to force the words out, tongue feeling like cotton in his mouth. ]
The day...the day after Christmas.
On the roof.
[ Now would be a good time to smile and laugh and apologize for pulling his leg, Evie. ]
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A haunting image creeps into his mind despite himself. Ellie, with a broken arm, telling him of a man that looked just like him, acted just like him, and worst of all, knew everything about them both. A man she'd genuinely believed was him, to the point where she'd invited him into her room, let him close the door behind them, only to have him turn on her and smash her forearm with a hammer.
His stomach turns over, blood going cold as his hand drops away from her face. Somehow, he manages to force the words out, tongue feeling like cotton in his mouth. ]
The day...the day after Christmas.
On the roof.
[ Now would be a good time to smile and laugh and apologize for pulling his leg, Evie. ]