All About Us (LT One shot books)

Dans mon coeur mon frère

The dead silence between us ended. In one moment hurt, anger, and unwillingness to be a twin are gone forever.

He came to me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and pulled me to him so hard as if he wanted to connect our bodies into one. He cried. I heard sobs, my shirt was wet with shed tears, he dug his teeth into my shoulder, hoping to get rid of this hurt inside him a little. He was weak and emaciated. Exhausted. Broken. His back was breaking under the weight of loneliness and longing. He slowly crawled over me, for the first time in a long time, feeling the tension drain from my body. I sank to the floor with him, never letting go of the twin for a moment. My back found support in the form of a wall, I pulled him to me like a small child. Our legs were intertwined in an unthinkable way, his arms still wrapped around my neck in a passionate need for peace of mind and support. He didn't cry anymore. He just breathed heavily into my shoulder.

A serious quarrel on a stale topic grew into a protracted silence. This time, he screwed up.

We were separated for more than two months because of him. And he was well aware of it. We didn't have a good opportunity to make it, there was always something between us: friends, family, work, and our stubbornness...his pride.

We had to block each other. Ignore the obvious. All that united us was Mom's house and meals together. Not a single word directly to each other during these two months. Nothing personal. We are both such idiots. It's all unimportant and never was something meaningful.

He was harder than me. I was his weakest point. And under the current circumstances, I wouldn't go to him. Because he screwed up this time, I had a bit of pride too.

The storm changed everything. Disgusting weather and thunder rumbling throughout the city changed the situation 180 degrees.

His irrational fear of thunder brought him to me. Remembering the day he almost lost me in a storm.

He pulled away from me, rubbing his hands over his red and swollen eyes, still panting. A moment of awkwardness, unable to meet my eyes, but not wanting to leave or change position.

He was nervous, rubbing my fingertips.

His sadness, pain, and self-doubt passed through me like the rays of the sun through a windowpane. Not a feeling of heat, but instead self-hatred.

My fool He will always have my back. He will take me through hell. We may be on the verge of falling. But I will never leave him. He will never leave me.

Now he is with me. Like a prodigal cat bathing in my touch, rubbing its nose against my shoulder. He apologized and asked for forgiveness for looking for a way to me for so long. Hugging tighter across the chest. Bashfully resting his forehead on my chest and shyly looking into my eyes.

He can never completely leave me. My brother is always in my heart.