RAVI (formerly Indie-America)

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   (((Edited•)))

   Rohan Ril Singh. My brother, who is–was? Older than me with one hour and twelve minutes. We were twins, he was my best friend and my closest sibling. We had no secrets, till his last breath, Rohan kept nothing from me.

    Rohan and Teddy were BFFs and there was a time I disliked Teddy just because if he spent a lot of time with Rohan and that left me to the mercy of Kendall most times but I told Rohan about it and he laughed then looked me straight in the eye and said, "You're more than a Best friend, you're my sister...my twin sister."

   Rohan's hair was black like mine and curly like dad's, his eyes were narrower than my semi slits so he looked more like a Korean than an Indian. And yes, we pretty much shared brains, but Rohan was Top Of The Class Extraodinaire, there was a time we were in the same class. Ugh! Worst grade ever! He always, always scored higher than me. And when we wrote tests he offered no assistance when I needed it...I mean!
  
   And the most annoying part was that Rohan hardly ever read. He multitasked. He would record his notes so he could listen to them on the go(smart move) then while listening to them he could be doing anything, playing football, writing poems, playing Candy crush. He had a good memory. That's why it was never a good idea to borrow money from him. Never.
  I borrowed 5 dollars from him in 4th grade and then 2 years later, when he needed it he came asking for it. I was speechless.

   Rohan was more outgoing than I'll ever be, he played football in Legacy, he wasn't the QB but he was good at it. And I attended every single game.
   Every one knew me as Rohan's Twin or Rohan's sister, because he was popular. It didn't hurt that he was handsome. We did everything together, eat together, draw together, play on his Xbox or PS, (FYI I trashed him on the game but he trashed me on the pitch).
  
     He had only one crush, Cindy Lee, a Singaporean girl who had been in all his classes since 3rd grade. They became official in 8th grade and it was so fulfilling to see them together. But of course, in the Singh family, good things don't last.
 
     Rohan died in the winter of 8th grade. We were in what was like a Delhi in Detroit. We were setting off knock outs and fireworks. We didn't run back fast, the smoke was too much for him. We both had attacks that day but mine was solved with a deep breath in my inhaler but Rohan's was serious. Way too serious. We all watched him die in the Jeep, he held my hand so tight and he kept on talking, telling us how much he loved us.
  Mara asked him whether he was staying with us and he smiled, and said; "Always."

   He lied. He didn't stay, he left.

I'm not Ravi, Rohan's Twin sister anymore and I never thought I'd miss that. I'm Ravi, with the dead twin. Ravi...without Rohan.