A cynical little piece that drifted through my head that decided to make itself a part of the drabble collection. A letter of some sort.
Warnings: mentions of jumping, but not much. Disclaimer: I don't own this.
when we wake up
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I didn't listen to him, you know. I didn't listen to anyone. Not even my brother this time.
He's my reflection, my twin, what do you expect? He's me, I'm him, what I do, he does, and what he does, I do.
I didn't mean it, really. It was just me, my whims. You can blame it on my personality if you want. But there's no denying it.
There's no way I'm going to let him go, not alone, not without me.
So when he jumped, I did too. I just followed. I always follow.
But don't blame him either. It was an accident. It was a very big accident.
I'm sorry.Mom. Dad. Everyone in the damned universe.
I'm sorry.
Very sorry.
And to you, brother.
You don't have to forgive me, you know. I didn't listen to you, I should get it.
But you understand, don't you? Why I'd follow?
I can't live without you.
I'm sorry, but at least, this way, we won't be alone.
At least, this way, we will be together.
I'll see you when we wake up.
Sayoonara.
They woke up with a gasp, identical hearts pounding identical rhythms, fright pooling into mirror eyes.
There were no need for words; they were comforting and being comforted, tears flowing, and tears wiped. A nightmare, their thoughts echoed, a very bad nightmare, they glanced into each other's eyes.
Promise, he asked him, the words echoing, pulsing in his mind like a cacophony.
Promise, he answered, a tear trailing down his face, wrapping comfort around themselves.
When they woke up the next morning, they forgot it had even happened.