A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't know if it was something that I should be on the lookout for. Today had been the longest day ever since I got dragged here.  I ran my fingers through my hair as I watched the stars and the moon from my balcony window. 

The moon gazing down at me is so alluring. Two moons, I wonder how that works. Is it the same as Earth's one moon with all the gravity whatnot and water sea level or something? Honestly, I never paid any attention in Geography class.

"So this is my life now?" 

I ask no one in particular. I want to grieve the life that I hated back in my world. I know that I can never go back since I died in my world. I want to scream or at least cry. I'm supposed to be happy that I live in a world where my parents are alive and I have older siblings who love me in their own weird ways. I should be grateful, but part of me is sad for the life I never had. 

I pick a flower from the vase by the door and hold it out. I guess this is for me from my world and for the real Aiden. I wish I had a drink to complement this night. I pluck the petals and place them on the rails of the balcony. I blow at them to flow with the wind to whichever place they would find peace. I hope that at least my body was buried together with my family side by side.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're mourning someone, which would be crazy."

I turn around to where the voice is coming from. I wipe my tear-stricken face and squint my eyes to get a clear view of the figure. 

I didn't even notice when the person got behind me or when he got inside my room. As he moves towards the balcony, I notice the subtle features. Under the glow of the half moon, his short, dirty blond hair catches the silver glow, the hair strands falling messily over his eyes, giving him an angelic look. His strong, angular jawline was shrouded in a little subtle beard. His deep brown eyes seem to hold so much raw emotion, reflecting the night's faint shimmer. His lean, muscular frame screams strength, his movements are slow and deliberate like a predator stalking its prey before pouncing on it. His walk and face both accentuate his brooding aura.

I'm jealous of his looks. I look at myself and sigh. I'm skinny and short. He stops right in front of me, and I have to crane my head to look up at him. I notice a little scar near his left eye, it's small, but it confirms it. It's him. 

He leans forward and sniffs. He then turns and looks at me, his eyes searching for something. 

"Your scent is the same but different, more intoxicating."

Is he going to figure out that I'm not the real Aiden but another version of him? I slowly back against the railing, but he follows me. His hands stretch and trap me between him and the railing.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

I want to respond with words, but my brain ceases to function, the only thing I can mutter is an incoherent yes that struggles to leave my mouth.

"Your highness!" 

My brother calls from the locked door. Thank goodness I had locked my door. Wait, if my door is still locked, how did he get in here?

I don't know if it's the look in my eyes, but he presses his hand against my mouth, and his other hand snakes its way to my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. He lowers his head, his hot breath fanning my face. He whispers in my ear, which makes my body shiver.

"Please tell him that I'm not here."

My body reacts on its own, and I respond to his pleading. We are then left alone.