LW2: Twin Mates

Chapter Eighteen - suspicious

RUDY GRACE SILVER

A few weeks had passed since the death of my mate. I couldn't describe the pain I felt from losing him. It truly wasn't something I wished on my worst enemy.

"Good morning Princess."

I glanced at Ethan from my spot on my bed. He had been sleeping in my bed since the day we got home. He made it more bearable to get through the pain.

He walked over to the bed and bent down to kiss my forehead. The physical touch making that ache in my heart less painful.

"Good morning." I answer. He had been going on runs every morning so he was usually awake before I was.

It was odd how different things were from just a month ago to now. It's scary how things can fly out of your touch. How things can end in the blink of an eye.

How people can be snatched from your grasp in a heartbeat.

I silent tear falls from my eye and before it can trail all the way down my face Ethan runs it away with hand thumb. Smiling at me lovingly.

There was a sadness in his own eyes too. The death of his twin brother was almost as hard on him as me.

We both lost our other half. Different, yet same.

I lean into Ethan and kiss his lips tenderly.

Dying in him is easier than dying by myself.

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"Darling?" The sound of my mom's voice causes me to stop from picking grass and tossing it away. I had been staring at this same spot in a tree for... I don't know how long.

My mom comes and sits beside me in the grass with a sigh. She had been hanging around a lot more than usual. Can't say the same for my father though.

"How are you?" She asks.

I haven't figured out how to answer that question. Even though it was the one I got the most. Apart of me was numb, a part of me was angry. Devastated.

Mad at the world. Mad at fate for taking someone away that didn't deserve to be gone.

I hadn't realized I'd been speaking out loud until my mother responded.

"You have every right to be mad, baby. The world took away the love of your life. You deserve to be mad. I just don't want you to... take for granted what you still have."

I knew she was talking about Ethan. I wasn't taking him for granted. We were dealing with our pain together.

Truthfully, he was about the only thing that kept me from killing myself to be with Carter. Ethan was the only one I cared about when getting up in the morning and going to bed at night.

I was living for him. Because I knew if I ended myself he would deal with the grief of not only his twin brother but also his mate.

I couldn't do that to him.

So I smiled at my mom and told her I was fine that me and Ethan were doing fine. That we were getting along and I was healing with him.

It wasn't all a lie. Not really.

I knew I wouldn't heal though. Never. There was a hole the shape of Carter that would always be there. Ethan was just helping hold the pieces tighter together.

I needed to find my mate.

I turned the corner and found Ethan sneaking into the house. Closing the door quietly. He turned around and jumped at the sight of me.