All About Us (LT One shot books)

Never

The inner voice hadn't been able to shut up for a week. He whispered to Larry some nonsense about how it would be trouble shortly. Larry tried to brush it off and ignore his twin's worried look. But an unexpected series of flights from Paris - New York - Paris made you listen to your inner voice. But even here, Larry did not foresee the problem. They often flew like this and there was nothing unusual about these flights. His twin, as usual, was too active and found himself in trouble just the day before departure. Roy asked to help him in New York with one of his mixes and as a result, sat at the DJ's equipment almost until the morning.

The first thing Larry saw when he woke up was a text message from his twin that he had booked an evening flight. Larry called back immediately. Laurent's sleepy and displeased voice only angered Larry, simply forcing him to fly to Paris alone. An inner voice spoke up again, even more confidently than a couple of days ago. But Larry just didn't pay attention, he was too angry and upset with his twin to pay attention to such little things.

Throughout the flight, he tried to restrain himself, convincing himself that no one was to blame, that his twin was an asshole.

He was especially angry that Laurent would fly almost the longest flight, which lasted about 12 hours. As if they can't afford fucking business class!

Not wanting to appear in front of his mother in such an angry form, Larry decided to spend a couple of days in Paris in Laurent's apartment. This is just a great opportunity to sort through the twin's things and find your own, well, or take something from his things for yourself. It depends on how it goes.

The night was difficult and hectic. Larry finally woke up to the then 10 am and did not see the point of lying in bed, according to his calculations he took Erez an hour or two to fill up an apartment camping twin, and even then just tumble camping would not work.

Larry wandered sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes with one another, scratching the other's ass. Having started up the coffee machine, he turned on the first channel he saw on the TV and collapsed with his head on the table, still not having the strength to completely ward off sleep himself. As he took the first sip of coffee, out of the corner of his ear, he caught a snippet of the morning news anchor's phrase "Last night there was a perfect emergency landing of an airplane en route from New York to Paris. There are no survivors ... "Larry painfully recalled where he had dropped his phone yesterday while this sentence was running in his head as a creeping line. He wandered around the apartment saying it to himself. The damn words didn't want to disappear from his head.

The phone was found under his pillow, which was also quite logical. Larry opened unread messages. One of them was from Laurent with the flight number and departure time. The next message from Laurent reported a delayed flight.

And then Larry's eyes widened. He looked again at the flight number and immediately went to the browser tab looking for information about the plane crash last night.

Not.

It can't be.

It is not true.

Larry's eyes jumped quickly from line to line, hoping for more information. Calls to the twin simply led to voicemail.

Eleni did not understand at all what Larry wanted from her at such incredible early hours. Larry, giving up trying to explain anything, just threw off a photo of a message from Laurent and the news of the plane crash. It took Eleni ten seconds to understand what was happening. However, the information obtained only confirmed that Laurent died in an emergency landing of the plane.

The reality of what was happening crashed into Larry with a concrete slab, knocking the air out of him. As well as the desire to live on. What Larry thought was unreal was happening right now. He had no idea how he would tell his mother that there was one less son.