12 months

february

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"... imagine dragons?"

"heck yes, i love them!"

"really? they're love, they're my everything! your turn."

"alright brina, what is your favourite instrument?"

it is still weird that you call me brina,

usually people call me sab

brina is different

but it is always different with you,

... and i find it quite intriguing.

i like how my name rolls smoothly from your tongue.

"the violin, of course," i say simply.

silence erupts between us.

your brilliant hazel brown eyes pierced through my emerald ones,

at that moment, i feel as if i am frozen in place. like you and i are the only two people on earth.

you do have nice eyes...

... i feel as if i could stare at it all day.

mesmerizing.

your eyes feels so warm,

so safe,

as if it's a blanket i can wrap myself with.

the feeling of warmth flowing in me,

as if i am home, finally, after a long day

... like a home i never had.

"lindsey stirling?" you ask, disturbing my train of thought

what was i thinking about?

why was i thinking about that?

"you know her?!" i almost scream, covering my mouth with my hands.

"of course i do!" you say just as loudly. "she's an idol of mine. i do play the violin myself."

i feel my mouth open a little,

i feel my eyes widen,

you. play. the. violin.

i repeat, you play the violin!

ISN'T ANYONE ELSE SCREAMING WITH ME?

oh right, i forgot, i'm talking to myself.

"you play the violin?" i ask timidly, trying to control my excitement. you play the violin! you play the violin!

"yes," you answer, starting to look down on your hands. what is wrong? "but i stopped playing."

"why is that?" i ask questioningly.

"circumstances."

"oh," is all i can say. i wonder why you stopped? "so lindsey stirling, huh?"

at that change of topic, you start to look at me again with a big grin plastered on your face. "she is awesome."

i laugh a little. you and i have so much in common that it is so overwhelming.

we have both been here for at least twenty minutes now and every topic we say randomly, we both agree to it.

i could say, i have met my other half.

it is a peculiar feeling to have met my twin.

"so what do you think about detective stuff, brina?" you start asking, grinning.