Meeting up with a friend

As it turns out Yen and Keith had separate plans for tonight and he was just her to pick her up and drive her to her friend's place. You quickly grab your bag and head downstairs. Taking one last moment to look through the living room, before heading outside where Keith was already waiting in his car. This place seemed so familiar now. So many memories you have, growing up here, although you know that these weren't actually yours. You remember Christmas every year, a suprise birthday party your mom organised or even romantic evenings with "your" boyfriend. You remember watching comedies with your mom, horror movies with your friends, hell, you even remember getting eaten out on that couch while watching some live concert of your favourite band. Just that these weren't your memories, this wasn't really your mother you thought about and it weren't your friends. These were all Yen's, yet you were amazed by how real everything felt. You were far from forgetting who you actually were and what were your memories and which were Yen's. Yet you could easily live as her for a longer period of time, without acting even a bit out of place. Because right now you WERE Yen.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud horn outside, fuck, that's right, Keith was still waiting for you. You quickly close everything and head into the car. Yet the question remains: