I knew it wasn't him. I wanted to believe otherwise, of course. That the miracles of Darrow would work in my favour, that Tommy might be allowed a second chance. A first chance, one might argue, was his life even all that lived to begin with? I don't know. But I felt terrible for watching the boy, thinking of how he looked so much like Tommy back when were were at Hailsham. When he was with Ruth.
I probably terrified him. He was only sixteen or seventeen, and I knew that I hated to be looked at like that. Looked at in the way people did when they discovered we were clones. Less than human. Without souls, or so they thought. But I couldn't help it. It was like seeing a ghost, and yet even stranger it was like it had been no time at all. Like I'd just seen him that last time with his silly little smile, like we'd only be saying our farewells mere moments prior. Or not saying our farewells. Some things were better left unsaid, and I'd found goodbyes to be one of them.
It took me a moment to gather my composure. It was strange hearing a voice that wasn't Tommy out of a person that looked so eerily much like him. "Hello," I said, shaking my head, closing my eyes to stop the staring just for a second. "I'm sorry. You just... remind me of someone I once knew."
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I knew it wasn't him. I wanted to believe otherwise, of course. That the miracles of Darrow would work in my favour, that Tommy might be allowed a second chance. A first chance, one might argue, was his life even all that lived to begin with? I don't know. But I felt terrible for watching the boy, thinking of how he looked so much like Tommy back when were were at Hailsham. When he was with Ruth.
I probably terrified him. He was only sixteen or seventeen, and I knew that I hated to be looked at like that. Looked at in the way people did when they discovered we were clones. Less than human. Without souls, or so they thought. But I couldn't help it. It was like seeing a ghost, and yet even stranger it was like it had been no time at all. Like I'd just seen him that last time with his silly little smile, like we'd only be saying our farewells mere moments prior. Or not saying our farewells. Some things were better left unsaid, and I'd found goodbyes to be one of them.
It took me a moment to gather my composure. It was strange hearing a voice that wasn't Tommy out of a person that looked so eerily much like him. "Hello," I said, shaking my head, closing my eyes to stop the staring just for a second. "I'm sorry. You just... remind me of someone I once knew."