Upon a walk
I came across flowers of exceptional beauty
but they were not the flowers of yesterday

She’s a good one. She played her part, even in my dying breaths. Before I take over, remember this, my story does not end sadly. 

There’s only one consciousness I remember, the other ones are just lapses in memory. All inconveniences aside, they look out for the body they’re in, and so do I. What I want is not that the other personalities go away, I have evidence that they’re actually great people, but rather to get to know them. I tried to contact them through leaving messages, but they do not communicate back. A wall.

I see her on a balcony with someone else I know. They are having dinner and enjoying it. I can only watch from afar, knowing that I have lost her. I desperately want to ask her something, but can’t muster up the courage to do so.

The final act is where I see the two other me’s, and we finally recognize each other. Men with guns surround her and two of the other people. I can no longer watch. I show myself to her, and she sees me. I jump from the top, screaming. The men see me and open fire, the other me is being fired at too, and jumps off the second story ledge to join me. I can’t feel any bullets hit me, I am not sure why. We land on the third me, lying down on a metal grating. I see the men with guns unload their clips, first hand. She is with them, but not by choice.

I pan out and view this slowly from third person.