[ WP ] You meet someone who is exactly like your childhood imaginary friend . You discover they had an imaginary friend that is eerily similar to you .

It was cold and as i breathed the air fogged up my glasses, i pulled them off, wiped the dew off and put them back on. I had been sitting on this bench for over half an hour staring at the glass doors across the road. They looked frail in comparison to the solid concrete structure they were entrance to. 
 
 It was the third job this month, this one ’ s name was Alex. She was still alive after a couple of failed hits, the last two guys that were sent hadn ’ t been since and the bosses were getting a bit, shall we say, concerned. I look down and pull the lid off the coffee I had purchased earlier from a gas station, the colour was a little grey and it smelt burnt but it was warm, I finished it off and tossed into the trash can beside me. I look up and the doors start to swing open, a beautiful girl exits wrapped in what looks like a white mink coat. Her face looks oddly familiar but im not a local so I doubt weve met. 
 
 Time to roll, I get up as she quickly trots across the road on the way to the car park a little further down, grab my overcoat and place it across my arm gripped tightly onto my Glock 17. Her heels click and her hair bobs as she walks. As I follow along the concrete pavement my mind begins to wander, I know ive seen that face before, was it last years fundraiser, no not that it ’ s familiar but not quite the same. I trip and stumble where a tree root has ruptured out through the concrete seemingly searching for some light, I look up and catch Alex ’ s eyes as her head flicks back around, am I compromised, I stop, grab my phone and make it light up, Alex continues on around the corner, im good, I think. 
 
 I quickly try to catch up and make the corner, shes standing leant against the rough brown brick wall, her arm across her body reaching deep into her now open coat, her tight red dress clearly visible. I stop, my hand tightens and my finger starts to press against the trigger, her eyes widen. She lets open her mouth and says my name, it its you she says. I don ’ t quite understand, how could she know, we must have met before, where though, my mind flips back through faces and i realise, she looks a lot, no it couldn ’ t be, but she does lookl like my childhood friend. 
 
 We used to play cops in the abandoned house at the back of my parents, she would take turns trying to find and shoot me and I would her. The only thing was she wasn ’ t real, she was imaginary and it was a long time since I had thought about her. My finger loosens on the trigger as she pulls her arm out of her coat, in her hand a Sig P230. The sound is deafening, I win she says, turns and starts walking away.
