They run into each other again on the street outside of the corner market they’re both so fond of. It’s been two months since they were split into two bodies and while they may share a face, a body, a hairstyle. While they may look to all the world like exact copies of each other, who happen to favor the same market, and the same city and the same kind of coffee, the similarities stop there. She, the one who considers herself the original of the two of them is evil. She’s mean, selfish and dark. She’s the one who uses the company that their father left them to destroy other people, to corner markets on things they didn’t used to make. She’s all leather, business suits and precision. She’s the version of them with seven black belts and is amazing with a gun. Her, who is the other one, also convinced she’s the original of the two of them, is good. Her is a writer, an artist , a film maker. Her is sweet and caring and is content with a cup of coffee and the sunset. Her has nothing to do with the company their grandfather left them just uses the money to donate to charities and live a quite life in New York. Her is the one that does Yoga, and takes walks around the city at five in the morning, and spends time just getting to know people. They used to be one very complicated person and now that they are two, they try to keep these meetings few and far between. This day is the kind of day Her prefers, sunny and bright. They are both wearing the same thing, only different. She is wearing a dark top and the skirt is red whilst Her is wearing the white version of the top, with the bright blue skirt that made She sneer. The only thing that is the same is their black shoes. She sneers and knocks away Her, walking into the market without a second glace, while Her wonders how She could have ever been a part of Her.