Age of Miracles

The Reunion

I didn't tell Pietro to wait me at the airport,  I want to meet him in our hometown. He only knows I'm coming back today, but not at what time.

It's June. The school year has finished and I'm getting back home. For nine long months I receive only three letters from Pietro, which contained the following words: "I'm okay. Everything's fine. I'm glad you're good.". It sounds odd and it worries me. But on the other hand if he wasn't okay I would have felt it, no matter the distance. I guess, we as twins have the ability to feel what the other feels. Like, when he's hurt, sick or sad, happy or angry. Like vibrations of emotions in the air. Sometimes I even think I can hear what he's thinking. Anyway, I can't wait to see him. I missed him. And.. I need to know if he's alright, for real.

I've never been more excited in my life than I am now. I'm about to see my brother and my best friend after a long time of separation. We've never been away from each other before, not even for a day, so this has been a big challenge for us both. I only hope it won't be uncomfortable between us now. After that kiss, that shouldn't have happened. What if nothing changed for him? 

In that case, he wouldn't be the only one.

Could we ever be back to the old days? When everything felt right?

I feel his eyes closing as he wraps his hands around my writes and his head lies on my shoulder. 

*He missed me too*, I think in relieve. It feels like the tijme has stopped and all that matters now is us. My hands slide down on his back and then back to his neck. It's so good to feel him again. His hand caresses the back of my head now and kisses my forehead. Now his hands slide down on my face.

 - So how was England, British girl? 

Gosh, how much I've missed his voice.

I think for a moment, then I say: - Rainy.

Our bodies are so close, they are touching. The most noticeble thing when you look at him are his eyes: big sky blue, outlined with long dark eye lashes that a girl would kill for them. I run my fingers through his hair.

- You're taller. - I notice. His eyes looking me like checking each centimetre.

- What's that on your face? - I ask shocked.

- It's called 'beard', dear sister.

- Oh my God! - I laugh.

- Don't you like it? It's not too bad. - he says.

I'm still laughing when he touches his beard. I do like it, more than I should, but he doesn't have to know that.

- Well, I take his hand. - Shall we go home?

 We are at the midde of the town square. For now I don't sense anything uncomfortable between us. Everything seems to be like before. All the way to home I hope he doesn't bring on the argument about what happened the last time we saw each other. He's thoughtful. I think he's trying to hide it from me, but he should know that this is impossible.

When strangers pass around us they probably think we are a couple. It's the first impression we always do to everyone and I guess we kind of got used to it.

I'm glad to find my room the same as I have left it, if we don't count the bed: I can clearly see someone's been lying on it. I sit there and breathe in as I close my eyes. It smells of Pietro. Not just once I have said he can't hide anything from me. I smile as I lay down and imagine Pietro lying there. Right on this bed such a long time ago, but I remember it as if it was yesterday, I laid my hand on his lap and his went on mine. That was the time when our lips touched. I was breathing heavily but it was the nicest thing I've ever felt. Knocks at my door interrupt my thoughts. Pietro enters all enthusiastic and says:  - The dinner's ready!