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Theres a knock at the door, loud but quick. Mind looks in the direction of it in confusion, no one ever visited their apartment.. unless it was a missionary. He shudders slightly at the thought, then brushes it off, deciding to answer the knocks anyway.
He steps away from his meal of leftovers from the other night and opens the door.
Shit.
There's a woman at the door, carrying a bible and smiling happily, looking up at him.
"Hello! I am from the church, and wondering if you would like.. to.."
She trails off, looking at him closer, staring slightly. She quickly backs away from a shove from Mind, then a door in the face.
Mind turns away from the knocking as he starts to head back to the table before hearing shouts from the other side of the wall.
"Sir! Sir, please, I just want to talk to you about something, it isn't Jesus, I swear! Just open the door please."
A glance back, he grits his teeth at the thought of the woman. "She looked like me." Were the only words repeating in his mind as his limbs slowly moved towards the door. He opens the door slowly, looking at the woman again. She looks at him, before he finally gets a good look at her. She's wearing the exact same outfit as him, but a cross necklace replaces his, along with a skirt going over her knees. He looks back up at her face where a pair of thin rimmed, rectangular glasses rest on her face.
"This isn't in my work, but may I please come in?" She gestures to his apartment. Mind sighs.
"Sure." He opens the door slightly more, and lets her sit on the couch. He's breathing slightly faster than he usually does, before the woman waves him over to the stray chair sitting opposite from her. He studies her more, his eyes widening as he sees blue lipstick on her lips, the same shade as him.
"I.. I think we may be one in the same. Think about it, we both have almost the same outfit, our voices are similar, just an octave apart, we even have the same lipstick." She looks at him worriedly, watching his expression change and shift as he tries to think about it, his brain not getting it.
"Did you have religious parents?" He swallows, trying to erase the feeling in his chest.
"Yes I did sir." She looks at him. "Well, if you had them too, why didn't you become one with them?"
He looks at her with shock and disgust.
"Why? WHY?" He stands up angrily, staring at her, before taking her glasses and putting them on. "Look, now I'M the ignorant woman who thinks just because SHE succumbed to the constant pressure of having to be a christian, and straight, that her little book would change my mind about the people who would berate me for being 'different!'" He makes air quotes while speaking.
She squints at him, shocked.
"I-I'm not gay! That's false! I just have small feelings towards other women sometimes.."
"Oh yeah, sure." He stares at her angrily, still fuming over her words. "Just get out of here, I don't ever want to see you ever again." Mind throws her glasses back, which smack her in the face.
She takes her glasses and quickly leaves. He sighs softly before noticing a small business card on the couch where she sat.
"Join Ms. Mind at the church next weekend!" The card had a small picture of her on it, smiling at the camera. He folds it in half and throws it across the apartment, hearing it hit the wall before returning to his meal, still having a bad taste in his mouth.