What am I?

The phrase ’What am I?’ and ’Who am I?’ is a common thought that takes place in Fern’s brain. How could he be himself if he’s only a clone of someone else?

But those questions were for another day. He was currently sat on the grassy ground, where he belongs, and gazed up at the sun slowly ascending up the ombre sky.

…

It was a serene moment, sure, but that all stopped when he felt a presence besides him.

“H-Huh?” He turned his head to the side, “Who’s there?”