Brother and sister.
Ivy couldn't believe it. She didn't want to.
Brother and sister.
How could she possibly have fallen in love with her brother? Better yet; how could she not have known? How could no one have told her, or Charles-
Oh god. She had to tell Charles.
They were going to run away together. Go off to New York, where no one would know their names, or their stories, or their god awful families. That had been their plan.
Brother and sister.
She loved him. He loved her. And now, because of one little mistake, one random cluster of cells that were too similar to ignore, they could never be together. Why was this their lot in life?
She'd been good her whole life. They both had. She'd take care of her mother, no matter how awful she was. She'd been nice to her sisters, no matter how much they didn't understand. And she'd ignored the fact- no matter how much it hurt- that Barbara had always been, and would always be, Beverley's favorite. It didn't matter whether she was there or not- she was the favorite.
And Charles- well, no one could say he wasn't good. He put everyone, even his awful mother, before himself, never giving a thought to the fact that maybe people owed him something in return.
So why were they stuck with such bad luck? Were their parents' mistakes so plentiful that they were being punished for them?
She pulled the car over, unable to drive because of the tears. Was it so wrong that she loved him?
Why couldn't she just have one good thing?
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When they told him, he fled. Ivy expected that. That's what he did when he couldn't handle things- he fled. Charlie went after him, telling her to stay in the house. From the window she could see them both sitting on the porch.
It was ironic- the only parent that had ever loved Charles wasn't even his parent.
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In the end, they both knew they couldn't survive the world without each other.
And they both knew that the world would never let them be together.
So they responded in the way they felt was necessary.
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When they found her, it was with a bottle of their mothers pills and a bottle of their father's bourbon. She'd been dead at least an hour.
Her hand was tied to his with a ribbon, the blood from his wrists staining the silk. Both had a note in her hands.
Hers read "The tragedy of love is that it is blind, and does not follow any rules but its own."
His read "Like father like son. I love you Charlie Aiken."
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Charlie had them buried together. No one argued.
The script on it was simply, but elegantly fitting.
Love reached out to them in their time of need. They were daring enough to reach back.
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A/N: I was sad and my way of coping was making it sadder.
