Georgie,
I was the only one who understood you, I think.
You were the kind of person who never really revealed what you were thinking behind that subtle layer of scorn and sarcasm.
But then again, we were twins.
You hid your emotions so well that you became the Ice Queen. And me?
I was the Fire Boy. I wasn't mature enough. I was rash, and never really thought before acting.
I said exactly what I shouldn't have. At a time, when we should have been crying and consoling each other, we were fighting bitterly.
I should have known that you would blame yourself. You were that kind of person.
I should have known better.
Your little chubbykins,
Fred.
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Short StoryThey were akin to ice and fire. Could Ice live without her Fire? Could Fire die without his Ice?