The Founder's Missing Piece

Chapter 15: The Twins' Secret

Cécile's P.O.V.

"Cécile!" George exclaimed, as if just now realizing I was here. Wow, thanks guys. 

"Yeah, hi," I told him. I couldn't believe they had forgotten I was there. 

"So, uh, you heard all that, huh?" He questioned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Yep," I told him, also feeling kind of awkward. It was obvious this was a conversation I wasn't supposed to hear. 

Fred, still teary and emotional, looked at me with a sad look on his face. "So I guess you're gonna not be our friend anymore then?" His voice was so broken-sounding and my heart ached for him. I walked over to him, brushing the tears off his face gently. 

"No, of course not, Fred," I said softly. 

"Y-you're not?" he questioned hopefully. I shook my head no, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged me back even tighter as if clinging onto me for dear life. 

"Cécile, do you even understand what just happened?" George asked, apparently not believing I was actually fine with this. 

"I do," I told him simply, pulling away from Fred just enough to look at his twin. 

"I don't think you do," he responded, "there's no way you would be fine with it if you did." Fred's arms faltered in our hug at George's words. He was starting to doubt my support too. 

"What is it you think I understood?" I questioned him. 

"What do you think you understood?" he shot back. 

"I don't think I understood anything. I know exactly what just went down."

"Well what was it then?" he questioned.

"No, I want you to say it," I responded, "because admitting it is one of the first stages of acceptance."

"Acceptance?" he asked, shocked. "There won't be any acceptance happening here."

Fred was starting to get teary again, and I ran my fingers through his hair, making soothing sounds. "Why not?" I asked George. 

"Because it's wrong?" he said as if it was something I should have known. 

"Love is never wrong," I shot back at him. 

"It is in this scenario," he said sadly. 

"No it isn't," I argued. 

"I'm in love with my twin," he said, "that's far from being not wrong."

"That's not true," I told him, "who told you it was?"

"Um, everyone?" he said. 

"Yeah, well everyone sucks."

"That doesn't mean it isn't wrong."

"Ok, first of all," I started, "everyone are closed-minded arseholes, and second of  all, since when do you let anyone else tell you what you can and can't do?"

"People tell us what to do all the time," he said, "we just don't listen."

"Exactly. So why are you listening this time?" I asked. He hesitated. He had no retort for that. 

"Cécile, we just can't, ok?" he said, sounding exhausted. 

"Well I think you can. Society can't change the person you love," I started, letting go of Fred and grabbing his hand instead. I walked him towards George, putting his hand in his twin's, "and you love Fred. Your relationship literally hurts no one in any way. It's totally harmless. I mean, I've heard that having children with someone you're related to can cause a lot of health problems with the baby, but there are loads of ways around that, and it's not an issue with the two of you."