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Matthew might’ve been a perfectly normal… Alfred.

Why not? If circumstances had been different, he could’ve been a better Alfred. He was slightly more sensitive and patient. He loved everyone and was perfectly good-natured.

But circumstances weren’t different.

And there already was an Alfred in the world.

He looked a lot like Alfred.

He decided to get plastic surgery as soon as he was of age.

Could no one look at him without seeing Alfred?

Francis?

“Who… who are you?”

Arthur?

“Listen, I’m sorry, but who the h*** are you?”

Alfred?

“Dude… Do I know you?”

How about himself?

Was it full of who’s?
How about… (Name)?

(Name) smiled at him in the hallways and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Matthew! Matthew!” (making Matthew thoroughly confused and frightened) She grinned at him across the cafeteria and dragged him by the elbow to her table alone. She rushed towards his desk whenever the teacher announced a pair project.

She listened to Matthew’s confession and responded eagerly. She kissed him full on the lips. She showed up at their date and gasped happily at the creamy white polar bears.

And then… She just… disappeared. Matthew had no idea why. He watched her flirting outrageously with Alfred. He walked over to her spot in the cafeteria, but she didn’t even turn her head at his voice.

What… what?

Didn’t she love him like he loved her?

He screamed that question at the top of his lungs to her and her group of friends while they walked away from him yet again. He spotted Alfred on her arm. She seemed to spend so much more time with Alfred now. Why?

He scoured her face for a sign of recognition. He wished she would shriek, “Matthew! Matthew!” again. He wondered if she would tell him it was all a joke.

Instead, she asked Alfred, “Who is he again?”