the bell rings and you saunter into the classroom so effortlessly that my heart drops a thousand flights down, down, down, into the pit of my stomach and you g l i d e into the seat next to me and give me that half smirk that i find simultaneously amusing and annoying
halfway through the period you whisper "do you have the homework?" i nod my head "you can't have it though" i whisper back my playful tone l i n g e r i n g on my lips he smirks again and turns back to his notes shaking his head
later, a note in my locker: want to hang sometime? -CAK
even later, i carefully slip a note into his locker: meet me in the A wing after school -MES
The dank hallways of a long forgotten home leak secrets The dirty carpet oozes a ballad of a past life The ashy fireplace coughs up lost memories to be carried off by the whispering wind now, irrelevant
The halls are walked the secrets gathered the past uncovered The carpet is cleaned the ballad understood and performed to perfection The fireplace is lit and the memories float around for everyone to see
Memories of abuse of suffering Memories of a girl who was beaten and enslaved memories of a boy who was drugged and sold a woman who stood a coward in the shadows and a man who only cared about money and power
A ray of sunshine lit up the dusty hallways that we now walk fifty years later a ray of sunshine created a sense of beauty within the desolate walls
"I'm a twin. Yes, really. *insert bored eye roll here* Sure, it's speical. No, twin telepathy is not a thing. Have a nice day."
That is my side of the conversation I have with people when they first find out I'm a twin. The basic, this-is-how-it-is dialogue. It's fine.
But there's so much more.
Theres the late night chats with her. The gossipping, the overtired giggles, the laugh-out-loud witty statements we crack until three a.m.
There's the reliability We're always there for each other It's almost better than just another friend because this friend has been there for me for my entire life. She gets me- maybe a little too well.
I'm not gonna lie: we push each other's buttons. And we know how to do it well. The fury and pain we can cause each other is deeper than that caused by any other friend.