MORIA
He looks exactly like me.
That is the only thing my mind keeps screaming over and over again.
And it is not just the fact that his hair, cropped short and slicked backwards from his high forehead, is the exact same blood red shade as mine.
No it is something beyond that.
I would describe it as Déjà vu.
You know that tingling, hair raising feeling you get in the back of neck when you can bet your bottom dollar and then some that you have done or experienced something before.
Have met this person before.
Even though you and everyone around you knows there is no way you possibly could have.
I would describe it like that.
But I would also be lying.
Because this...this feeling that rushes through me like a ghost and leaves me cold and shaky from the moment I set my eyes on the
