Chapter 3
Ten minutes later, I opened my eyes again. I looked at the motorcycle beside me before sighing. Then, I got to my feet and lifted the motorcycle. I started it and hopped on, my actions swift and practiced.
Soon, I sped down the road on the motorcycle, occasionally turning corners with practiced ease. When I got home, I dialed a Meranian number. After hanging up, I got into the bathtub and submerged myself until the water covered my nose and mouth.
Only then did it really sink in—the other me was back. My secondary personality had lost hope in life and chosen to merge with my primary personality.
She hadn’t disappeared—she’d merely become a part of my soul. The only difference was that I would be back in control for the rest of our lives together.
