https://Voice.club - She had become a fragile and unusual beauty, her thin wrist poking from the lace of the sleeves of her white gown, the pearls around a swan neck. Those witchy green-hazel eyes were the same as I remembered. Look at me, I wanted to scream, but I didn’t, not directly anyway. I caught her looking at me through the mirror. Those eyes didn’t contain any fear but only the inexorable fixity of a judgment, a calculating speculation and never-ending questions. It felt as if she was the one with the power of undoing me because she saw me and only me, not my twin.
That night, I couldn’t stop myself as I walked to her house and stood outside, listening to the river running fast underneath her window. My heart was in my mouth. I knew she felt my presence, even before she opened her window and stood there, staring at me as I was rooted under the weird greenish light of the harvest moon. She was seeing me, really seeing me, from the inside out. At the moment, I didn’t feel split asunder anymore, as my guilt departed through her magic.
If any idiot had seen me, they would have thought me a silly Romeo to her innocent Juliet, but it wasn’t love that brought me there that night. The other has never been capable of loving while I made myself unable to love anymore but I’ll protect her at all costs, like she’ll protect me.
We both know that and what binds me to her, as well as the truth about that day of horror. Nobody else can topple the other one, only she could, if only I’d help her. I wish she would vanquish him, but he won’t allow that, unless I learn how to fight him for good first. I know why the sudden freezing rain is buffeting me, why she evocated it.
It’s not our time yet, but she gave me hope and, for the first time in years, all was silent in my mind, and I slept well that night.