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Note: I debated for quite some time with myself if I could write a chapter from a boy point of view, I know some of you guys were expecting it, but it just didn't come out right, sorry I'll just stick with my first line of thought.

"Ribbons of gold
Between our breaths
Connected beyond our guesses
As we lay face to face
I want to stay caught
Tangled restless
In these bottomless depths
Held in this suspense."
― Shiloul

Barb was tired of turning from side to side on Phoebe's bed trying and trying to find a way to sleep, the clock said 3:27 am and she assumed everybody else was already sound asleep but she couldn't and how could she after her mother had cried until she was sick because of her? And not only because Bb had told her about their father but because of HER, because she and Hank existed. Barb kept replaying in her head the look in her young mother's eyes, how much she was disgusted, how much she clearly thought it was wrong for them to even exist. She herself felt like crying and also screaming that it wasn't her and Hank's fault, on the contrary it was Phoebe's fault! She couldn't take this, not any of it. Even if she suspected Phoebs was only pretending to sleep she made her way out of the bed and then out of the bedroom itself as quietly as possible and once out, she runned, she needed water or air or just to be out of there.

The night was cold and she was barefoot and only in a borrowed camisole but she didn't stop until she had reached the kitchen's isle, she felt like she couldn't breathe and started gasping for air, desperate for it to reach her lungs, her head felt heavy and her forehead fell to the cold stone of the counter top, her hands grabbed the sides as she struggled on every breath, tears burned her eyes and as all seemed lost strong hands took her shoulders "- Breathe sis, calm and steady. Now calm, count with me, calm one… two… three. Come on."

"-… t-t-two… two… t-three… one… two." - She managed to get it out with the weakest voice, after some struggle, but her heart was slowing down and suddenly she felt the cold air come back to her. "- ...t-th-three."

"- Steady now. It's okay we are together Barb, it's ok." - Hank grabbed his sister's arms and put her face in is chest hugging her lightly "- Sush i'm here, you're safe, it's gonna be ok, you can cry, i'm still here" - K kept his hands moving on a circular motion in her back until the last sobs ceased "- Now, now tell me what's happening, you didn't had a panic attack in over a year sis."

"- I told mom Hank, she knows, it's all my fault, she knows…" - Her eyes were filled with tears once again and, when her twin sat her in one of the stools and asked softly what was she talking about, they started falling all at once "- S-she knows, she knows a-about dad K."

He was stunned, frozen in place. His sister was usually careful with words, she was his opposite, very good at lying and staying unbothered by it, he would not have believed it would be her to let the truth spill. "- Oh Barb it's okay, don't be so bothered it was bound to happen at some point right? After all we will be born, so I guess they HAD to know at some point even if wasn't any of us to tell."

"- You don't understand Hank! It isn't because she knows, it's HOW she feels about it! I saw in her eyes how disgusting we were to her." - He didn't respond for quite some time and she wondered what he was thinking, Hank was always really close to mom, ever since little, she remembers feeling jealous as a little girl, of both her brother and her mother. He admires her, and even before he does, Barb knows he's gonna try to make sense out of it, so she lets him.

"- Barb, mom loves us. You know it too. Maybe you're right and you indeed saw disgust in her eyes, but she only just found out, we can't really blame her, we felt that way too at first, didn't we? Just this afternoon, we felt wrong and fooled by life. How can there be a God that lets two siblings fall in love was all I could think and I, to this moment, don't know the answer but you won't blame me, right? So you shouldn't blame her also. Remember how we ended up here sis, we never knew our family but our parents had to let them go, their friends, their home, their parents and siblings... So we could be happy, they gave up half their happiness. I'm still just as mad at them as you are, don't get me wrong but Ma-Dad made me realize we never knew how much they chose to lose when they chose each other. He was just now blabbing about mom's annoying ways and how his mother, our gramma, only accepted us staying because it was Phoebe who asked, but I could see he knew, he knew how much their mom cared for them." - Again there it was, that annoying older voice, and like always he was right, Barb knew that and the tears were already stopping coming. She knows how much their parents love them and holding on to her mother's partial initial reaction won't do her any good. Seeing his sister starting to warm up Hank felt relief, she was his rock as much as he was hers, he just could not do this without her. As he reached her cheeks to swipe away the lonely tear there he couldn't resist the temptation to make her laugh "- You were always such a ugly crier" - At the end, the punch in his shoulder was much too light to make him regret the giggle it produced.

"- So we had the same idea? What are you doing here?"

"- Oh no sis I definitely didn't come upstairs to put my forehead at the kitchen counter isle" - This punch was a little stronger and the laughter louder.

"- Haha very funny. Why did you come upstairs then brother?" - She asked while she pointed her head to the couch and made her way to sit. He looked at her face and turned the other way walking to the sink and, a minute later, handing a half full glass of water as he sat by her side.

"- Drink it up you still look pale." - As she took the first sip he started "- While setting up my sleeping bag on the floor I decided to ask Max about the Nora girl and our grandfather, if he's suspecting something about me not knowing the name of our aunt he surely didn't let me know. But yes, we have in fact two aunts Barb, their baby sister is having a sleepover at a hero's friend house and then there's Nora, she's a littler younger than Billy, the boy we saw for a moment at the door." - Seeing his sister's big surprised eyes he continued before she could recover enough to interrupt him - And they all have powers Barb! Even the little one! And our grandfather, his name is Hank! He can fly just like us and has super strength, oh Barb they're all superheroes that actually fight bad guys!"

Barb felt lost... How could they not know anything? How could their parents keep so much from them? Hank was waiting for her response but she couldn't bear anymore, she didn't have the will to even feel anything so she let her head fall into her brother's shoulder hoping that even if he couldn't see her eyes he could understand. Hank was silent for quite some time and then he took the glass from her hands, put it in the centre table and turned to look at her "- Do you mind if we stayed here instead of going to sleep in the rooms? I wanna be with you right now, nothing else in this place feels right." - He did. Of course he understood.