Mirror of Diffrence

Edward Milrion was just your normal office worker, he did his work quickly and efficiently and then went home. He was a pale, short brown haired, bespectled young man, who always wore a blue suit and tie, always polite, courteous and helpful, well liked by his colleagues. He lived alone, he was always the first one to his desk and the last to leave, At lunch he would always sit alone but if someone approached him he always would be polite and make small conversation, he also was known around the neighbourhood to help anyone who would need it, children especially adored him, apparently he was an orphan and had no family, he had been adopted by a family friend. One day he woke up and felt something was different , something had changed when he went to where he normally worked Tennerson Technian, ( he was an a administrator assistant manager, ), when he walked in one of his coworkers said “ Ed…I thought you were sick today, Did you suddenly get better.”. Naturally this confused Edward so he asked uncertainly “ I did “ his coworker said “ Yeah, you said, you felt unwell, and the boss said you should have a few days off”. Edward nodded and said “ Well…I’m here anyway so I’ll continue with my work” the coworker nodded and ran off. Edward shook his head in confusion, he went to where his desk usually was and it looked brand new. He thought ‘ This is not my desk, it’s new, my one has scratches on the side, I have been waiting for a new but it’s still being shipped, What is going on?’. He sat down perplexed, and continued with his work, The next day his coworker asked if he was going to have lunch with them, he never recalled this happening to him before, but he didn’t want to be impolite so he agreed anyway. That afternoon he went in the direction of the library hoping that it was in the same location, when he got there he sighed with relief, he looked among the shelves and found some books on alternate realities, different variations of the same universe, he quietly sat down beside a window and did some research and figured out he was now trapped in one of these parallel universes’, while an alternate version of him went to his reality, the only way he would be able to return is when he when through enough different events, that the world would recognise him as a different version entirely, Whilst trapped there he got attacked by some coworkers who were jealous of the other Edward, He had been walking to ‘his’ apartment, when he heard footsteps behind him, he ran and ran, with a chill running up his spine. He heard them give chase yelling at how ‘ Mr Perfect was now not so perfect, how he, ‘ Made everyone else fell inferior ‘ and ‘ it was all his fault’ ducking into a corner and hiding against a wall behind rubbish bins he heard them rush past, the next day he nervously walked into the building, quietly listening to hear the voices of any of his attackers he was also contemplating, contemplating on what was happening where he came from, quietly praying that nothing out of the ordinary would be happening in his home, quietly walking through the building he overheard voices that he immediately recognised as his attackers, peeking around the corner he pulled out his phone and put it on, so he could record everything they said, soo enough they started speaking “Man yesterday was the best, there is no way Mr meek and mild will be able to do a thing.”. Another one he recognised as the person who sat in front of him in the office said “ Yeah, but just in case should we do something, to make sure he stays quiet, because if he reports we are all going to lose our jobs”. The last member said “ Good idea, let’s do it today”. Quietly slipping away, turning off his phone and slipping it into his shirt,he slipped away going straight to the head manager, after he reported them to the head manager he thought ‘ I might as well help the other me while I’m here’. At the end of his day he went to the police and asked for Edward Milrion to be protected by the police. The nest day he went to a cafe to order some lunch. He thought ‘ I hope the other version of me doesn’t mind if I did some of his work, When he went in, it looked the same when he walked up to the counter, the cashier said cheerfully ‘ The usual Mr Milrion’ nodding he said “ Yes the usual, Faye”, she nodded and said “ It will be ready shortly, please take a seat”, he paid then quietly sat down by the window, at a single table soon the waitress came over and said “ Here is your hot chocolate with one sugar, please enjoy, and have a nice day”, he nodded and said “Thank you”. He looked at his drink with trepidation, he actually had a sweet tooth, so to him the milo would taste bitter, but he didn’t want to seem grateful or out of place so he drank it, putting it in the bin and as he walked home he quietly contemplated on the differences between their hopes and how each choice has an outcome, and how for better or for worse, each person of him was still him, and also wondered just how many Edward Milrions’ there was and also quietly hoping that the attackers would learn their lesson. Soon enough the universe acknowledged him as someone different, as he slept peacefully, he was sent home, waking up he hoped that it would never happen to him again. Getting up he went to work and noticed, much to his relief that nothing had changed, as he sat down to do his work as per usual, his mind drifted, wondering how the other him was doing back home, shaking his head he went back to work hearing the ticking of the clock, and the sounds of people typing, and finally he felt truly at home.

The End.