Pain.
We're always dancing.
It hurts so fucking much. It pulls at my skin, my soul, my heart until there's nothing left but numb.
A deadly dance next to the edge.
I nearly fall.
I'm always caught by him, him. He wants me to suffer, suffer, suffer.
Levi always knew if I fell, so would he. Part of being attached.
He wanted me to hurt, to suffer. To punish me. To push me, but not make me fall.
He wasn't careful.
I fall.
I don't remember much about back then; just feelings, outstanding facts, painful experiences.
There's one thing I remember so very vividly.
His eyes.
They were green, sickeningly bright, like a poisoned apple.
I hated his eyes.
"My name is Castor," I say softly to my first grade class. "I like the colour red."
The circle goes around until it meets a boy with those eyes who immediately turns to me. His smile is venomous, his gaze deadly.
"My name is Pollux," the boy proclaims confidently. "I love the colour green—like an apple."
They say that your eyes are the window to your soul. I kept my eyes past my last life.
And, I think, so did he.
Except this time he has his own body to hurt me with.
Fuck.