All About Us (LT One shot books)

More than can imagine

When you admit to yourself that writing is not very successful, but there is still a whole mountain of ideas in your head, then writing becomes much easier. What happened, happened. I hope you enjoy it and I'm a little sorry it came out so short

Larry chuckled bitterly as he examined every object in the room, carefully avoiding looking at the bed. Well, he probably deserved it, didn't he? How much time has passed since then? How many times did Laurent beg for a conversation? How many times did the twin ask for a meeting to resolve a conflict between them? How much suffering did he cause Laurent with his refusal, ignoring the problem, and outright silence?

And now Laurent lay before him, unconscious. Because as usual, without betraying himself in the slightest, the twin brought his body to complete exhaustion by dancing for hours on end. If you believe the words of Salif, then from the moment Larry flew to America, Laurent did not give himself a rest for a minute. From the outside, it looked like Laurent was punishing himself for something, trying to get rid of the feelings and emotions raging inside him with physical fatigue. And finally, his body and mind gave up, and during the next dance session, Laurent lost consciousness. It was lucky that it happened on a sports ground not far from his apartment in Paris and the guys just carried Laurent to his house.

It was Salif who called Larry, who had just arrived in Paris. Larry still marveled at how his relationship with his twin worked. He did not know, but for some reason, a couple of days ago, the idea to return to France settled in his head. And so, he just got his luggage and a call from a friend that his twin passed out on the basketball court and that they called an ambulance.

Larry rested his elbows heavily on his knees, locking his fingers together. Larry looked at his twin, lying directly in front of him, under a light blanket. He could see how in one place the blanket was slightly lifted, the doctors put him on a drip with vitamins and some kind of medicine. They said that Laurent was exhausted, his mind and body needed a long rest so that he might sleep for a while. Laurent's chest rose and fell steadily. And with every breath Laurent took, the guilt grew stronger in Larry.

- Apparently, I'm not such a good brother for you, am I? - Keeping a grin in his voice unexpectedly said, Larry. The silence weighed on him. He needed at least one voice of support, even if it was his own. - Apparently, I had to "die", - then Larry made quotes with his fingers - To realize the harsh reality. We both didn't know it would be this hard. No. We knew that losing each other forever is an irreparable loss, that without one there is no other. But we did not even suspect how painful it would hit us. Larry leaned back in his chair again. It was a large plush chair that used to sit in the corner of the bedroom, next to the large window. We didn't know that the scene where I die would break us into small pieces. The fragments are so small that we could not collect a few. And look what happened, my brother. You became so clingy and needy again that it frightened me. And I had to run from you. Run away. To hide not only yourself but also your feelings, everything that you could get to, and destroy even more by showering me with so much love. An open communication channel turned out to be worse than a nightmare where one of us dies. - Larry smiled bitterly again and after a heavy exhalation spoke again. - Many suddenly decided that I don't love you, that I don't need you. And these people were so convincing in experiencing this feeling and telling everyone around that I almost believed it myself. Until I found myself on the brink of an abyss. I stood there, Laurent. It was like I believed that you really would be better off without me, for a minute I believed all these people who said that I was complete shit and that I did not deserve to be your twin. I believed those words for a full minute. And it took you to pass out for me to grow eggs and be able to talk about my feelings.

- That's for sure.

- Shut up you asshole! – Larry habitually snapped at Laurent.

- Shut up yourself. - Larry just rolled his eyes. But then his eyes widened and he stared in shock at the newly conscious Laurent.

- Laurent? - Larry nearly fell off his chair.

- Larry - Laurent's voice was still weak, and he did not look perfect, after all, the attacks had only been a few hours. Doctors insisted on complete physical rest for at least a couple of days. Larry thought for a full second, then unceremoniously climbed into Laurent's bed and lay on top of the blanket. Laurent looked at him with pure adoration and love.

- I should have talked about my feelings earlier. I must not hide from you.

- The only thing you shouldn't do, - Laurent spoke in a still slightly weak voice with a slight hoarseness. - so it's dying. And we can always deal with your feelings.

- Stop thinking only about me. There are two of us and it should stay that way. - Larry leaned his head into the crook of Laurent's neck, taking in the scent of the twin. A scent familiar from childhood, a scent he'd always smelled.

- Don't run away from me anymore.

- I love you, more than you imagine.

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