Have you ever experienced a love so powerful you feel as though your chest might split in two?
That's how I feel every single day, and I wouldn't change it for the world!
In some cultures it's believed that twins share a soul, and who's to say that wrong? As I lie here gazing at him on the other side of the bed, I feel a connection that I know I will never experience with any other person in this world.
He is lying on his side, lips slightly parted. His breaths are slow and deep. Behind closed lids his eyes dart about, in the midst of some crazy dream. This makes me smile, for all the time we've been together he's never seemed to have a nice calm dream.
The sunlight is starting to creep through the curtains and I'm saddened at the fact it'll be morning soon and that this perfect moment will have to end. Because that's what this feels like, a perfect moment in time. Just lying here staring as the rays creep closer and closer. Catching the natural highlights on his hair and glinting off the smooth porcelain of his skin.
I know that we're identical but I can't help feeling like one of those impossible spot the difference picture games, where something has been changed, ever so slightly in one of the pictures, but no one can ever put there finger on what it is. I feel like I'm the one that has been changed and he's the perfect picture.
Sometimes I just want to cry and cry. I love him so much it hurts. And I wish we could stay this way forever.
I know how twisted I am inside. I know how much he longs for her even if he doesn't yet.
I know I should tell him but I won't.
Not yet.
Let this feeling last just a little longer..
a minute..
a second..
Suddenly his eyes slowly flutter open, like a butterfly caught on the wind. A slow, sleepy smile smile spreads across his face. "Karou…" he whispers "what time is it?"
I smile softly back at him and reply "it's still early, Hikaru, go back to sleep and I'll wake you when its time"
his eyes close once more and he is gone.
I snake my hand slowly under the mass of quilt covering him and find his hand. As I lace my fingers through his I swear I feel him squeeze, ever so gently.
My eyes mist over as I think of all the things I should do, all the things I should say.
But I remain silent.
Not yet.
My name is Karou Hitachiin and this is my curse.
