The words rang in Judal's head as absently flicked through the channels - no, he shouldn't be thinking about such things, that was months ago. Many months ago… A car accident they had said as they informed Judal of his twin's status - through phone call, of all things. Judal himself had been in class, attending a lecture on war studies when he learned the news.

But that had been months ago. Many had moved on past the initial shock, many more had already forgotten - Judal didn't. Judal wouldn't. Judal couldn't. Not when he saw Judar every day in the mirror. He had started growing out his hair at first, hoping that maybe he'd look less like his twin. But that would take too long, and so eyeshadow was next, then alternative clothing - anything, everything to make him look different, to not remind him of his loss.

At first he wasn't questioned - people wrote it off as his grievances. But as months had passed people had started to get annoyed.

"Get over it."

"Go back to normal."

"It was months ago."

"Stop that."

"You're making everyone feel bad."

It hadn't stopped there, either. Soon enough there was the teasing, the mocking, the names, the slurs, and the violence. People acted out towards him, to which he responded with anger and violence as well. When ill words were spoken against his twin, his identical twin, he flew into rage.

He had stopped going to school. To work. To see friends. Outside. Ever.

His days were spent wasting away inside instead, aimlessly watching tv, glancing back at the door in hopes that Judar would walk through at any moment complaining about something like he always did.

It was nighttime now - if there was ever a time Judal did leave it was at night, under the cover of the darkness. Such excursions were rare, but tonight was special. The six month anniversary. It had been a whole half a year since the accident, and Judal stood in the very spot Judar died – for it had been death on impact.

On the side of a bridge the raven crouched, placing his hand flat against the sidewalk as tears pricked at the sides of his crimson eyes. Judar, the only one to ever understand him, to support him, to love him, had died on this spot.

Judal stood and turned around, looking over the edge of the bridge, seeing the cold, unforgiving water below. He sat upon the railings as he watched the sunrise come up over the horizon and basked in the nurturing light it brought. A small, soft smile broke out across his face as he felt the warmth permeate his body.

This is the spot where Judar died.
This would be the spot where he died too.
SPLASH.