Family

You buried the wrong twin

Leonardo

My eyes squint at the sunlight fighting to peak through Alfonzo's curtains and a groan escapes my mouth as I rub at my eyes with closed fists. 

Angling my head, I'm surprised to be met with Alfonzo's jaw, free from any hairs and showing slight stubble, right above my head. Glancing down, my entire body is draped over Alfonzo, the bedcovers covering most of the floor rather than us.

Alfonzo mumbles something incoherent before wrapping a long, sturdy arm around me and cuddling me closer, nuzzling his face into my hair.

A small giggle leaves my lips at the tickling sensation and my eyes watch as his brows furrow slightly before he cracks an eye open, those dark grey eyes of his finally locking on my small figure draped over his sturdy body.

"Your bed is the other side." Alfonzo says pointedly, his tone full with amusement and tinged with sleep.

He huffs when I snuggle closer, pushing my face into his chest as my eyes flutter closed again.

"You're more comfy." I mumble.

Alfonzo chuckles but doesn't make a move to push me away, his right hand settling on the back of my head as he drags his fingers through my hair.

My cheeks heat up at the sound of my stomach rumbling whilst Alfonzo merely shakes his head, "Go to the bathroom and then we'll go get breakfast."

Groaning slightly, I push myself off his body and stumble slightly to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I quickly use the toilet and make sure to wash my hands with soap before taking the spare toothbrush Alfonzo keeps and squirting a generous amount of toothpaste on before cleaning my teeth.

My body cringes when I accidentally glance in the mirror hanging above the large sink, my eyes tracing over the hideous red scar on my face. Hesitantly raising my finger, I trace over the line, jagged with time yet still painful to the touch before sighing as I drop my hand to the side and continue cleaning my teeth.

Two minutes twice a day! Is what Doctor Evans would always tell me back at the boarding school. 

My chest aches as I remember what I witnessed yesterday and I furiously shake my head to rid myself of the memory. 

"You done Leo?" Alfonzo knocks on the bathroom door.

Rinsing my mouth with water, I place the toothbrush back and then unlock the door, glancing up to meet Alfonzo's concerned gaze.

"What's wrong?" He asks, cupping my face with his large hand.

Quietly, I shake my head, walking past him to the bed and lying down on top of the covers as my mind mulls over past memories of my time with the doctor.

I don't even register the tears until I feel a cold hand wiping them away.

"Don't cry." Alfonzo murmurs, wiping away at the tears flowing down my face as he kneels by the bed.

"H-He's gone." My voice cracks as I wrap my arms around Alfonzo's neck.

My tears dampen his neck as he lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he hold me close, bouncing me slightly as he walks around his room.

He sits down on the bed with me in his lap and hands me a tissue and I blow my nose, cringing at the awful sound that follows.

"Better?" Alfonzo asks as I sniffle.

"Will there be a funeral?" I whisper, my eyes locked on his chest.

Alfonzo tenses slightly and I glance up, my brows furrowing at the look on his face before it's gone and he smiles down at me, ruffling my hair.