Writing Prompt: A Parallel Universe Me

Hm, that's a tough one.

If I were to have a parallel universe 19-year-old me.

I guess she would be more

1. Brave in the sense on how she would style her body.
2. Confident when she performs to sing or dance. 
3. A more symmetrical face,
4. Probably a Creative Writing Student who dreams to be a medical student HAHA
5. Have a slim willowy body (like the 15 year old me, opposite of 20 year old me in this world)
6. Probably loves make up.
7. And is an active blogger and bookworm. 

Okay so 7 things that I could think of, that parallel me might do. She sounds a whole lot better too, but I haven't listed her more lesser qualities I guess. 

So if I were to visit her via a portal that I apparently can make with Necromancy from a Dean Lorey's novel, I guess I would love to check on how her original novels are going. And how many are there so far. 

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It was that day, of every year. The one day I decided to put off everything to visit... well, me. Me of the parallel world. 

Where Marvel and DC comics take its opposing contrast, and where Obama would probably still be president due to the awareness of the nation towards racism and sexual harassment. Sounds like a better world already, to be really honest; but, I'd never trade it for my universe I guess. I like having my best friends as my best friends, and I love having my parents being at home to spend time with me. 

"What? Hilmi is not your best friend?" I queried. 

"Well, no. We broke up and went our separate ways."

"When was this?" 

No I was not doing a good job understanding or wrapping my head around it at all. I was pretty slow. 

"Last year? Like just after we finished SPM." Wait, after SPM! I waited that long, well she did. Talk about patience.

"It didn't work out?" Well, obviously you dolt. 

"We had a huge fight and never reconciled," the other me replied, I noticed the bitter tone and sort-of sad look in her eyes. Oh.

"So who is the best friend of yours, that I should definitely know?"

"Hm, well, it's Jeremy of course."

"Is that not Hilmi's childhood best friend?" I replied, again, with the same surprised tone. I am actually surprised at my consistency. 

"Hm it was the case, until they had a fight about a girl, I guess," she replied again, not really bothered by it but of course I was bothered by it, because in my world, those two are inseparable. It felt like bollocks. This parallel universe really felt like a bittersweet change of some sort, of course, in many ways I don't like it. At all. Really, me and Jeremy? Best Friends? Highly unlikely here - that's what you get from the parallel universe I guess. 

In other words, both of us had a lot to sink in and a lot to be grateful for that day. We loved our lives as it is, and visiting each other somehow reminded us that. Always. 

Also, I wondered if the Bermuda Triangle was still a shipwreck point or if Mount Everest was still the highest mountain in the world, maybe I should ask her later on. She's way more into the general knowledge of things than I am. More into the current issues too. Things I should consider being into, but never was. Ah, it'll come to me (not.)

So, it was 10 a.m. and I dressed in my black skirt and pink top with lace at the end of its sleeves and edges, and wore my favourite two-inch platforms. My shawl was a dull purple. To be honest, I don't even know why I am so nervous to meet her... She is like also everything I want and do not want you know? And I'm probably the same thing for her. It's just, maybe, the slight pressure to please your better half perhaps? Ironically? I don't know. 

Despite that, this is sort-of a tradition and even if I hate this kind of traditions because of how nerve-wrecking it gets for me to prepare myself to see, well, me, it's inescapable. And well, we actually do love it, once we're into it. 

'It's either now, or truly never at all.' That is the saying for these meets. Everyone has them, and well... if we miss an appointment, we kinda might as well just miss the whole thing and never meet each other ever again, which is a big No for us because we like to be acquainted.

She is like the twin sister I have always asked for. And her life's nuisance makes mine seems simpler, and vice versa for her.

Yeah, that shouldn't really be a reason but I have selfish tendencies too. 

Anyway, it's my turn to make the portal. 

The fiery purple lines of the portal started forming, and just as I imagined it in my head, she would be right at the other end of it. Not much of a long sort of end, just like a jump through a window kind of end, but thank god there was no jump, I was wearing a skirt for God's sake. 

"Hello Twin sister." It was a term we agreed upon each other. 

Right from the start, she squished me with a big bear hug. I could smell her fragrance and all of her softness, it was a bit disconcerting to realise this was actually me.

Our brown eyes were the same, and I suddenly could feel the urge to look away but she wouldn't really let it in when she cupped my face and pinched my cheeks. Yeah, I am never this touchy, but she loves it. Like loves it. 

"How are you Twinsie," she will start, which I will smile to, "As bright as I'll ever be".

"Be the sun you are, I'd always say."

"For Forever and a Day." 

To understand that, is to understand we finally got to know that we both love the same stories and novels (including fanfiction of course) - I was sort of scared she hated everything literary, but turns out, this was one part of us that was decidedly the same. 

Also, she prepared come tea and cake! Did I mention I love her? Yeah, I love her. (She got my favourite blueberry cheesecake, despite hating cheese)

"I've been trying the Neslo you suggested me, it's brilliant!"

"See, you should trust your twin sister more, I'd never lie to you about a good thing!" I declared. 

We chuckled and the session picked up with more stories of our evidently separated lives.

There were two things we have in each other..

1. Our love for the same stories.

2. Our ability to attract trouble in the form of persons. 

Despite that, we will live to our fifties, I  hope. I don't really want to portal in and found out she's gone one day, but that's a worry for another time. 

For now, I should stick to convincing her to stop eating too much cakes and getting her to finish up the writing assignments. 

( 963 words)

Will be edited again.

With much love, 

Nana