As I looked into her eyes, the familiar color of a weather worn oak, searching for answers, all I saw was my own face reflected back at me, a look of how could you? splayed across it. My twin, my beloved twin. She had been there for me all my life, through thick and thin, even when I first got her into this whole mess, but now… I’ve lost her. Her hand, a exact replica of mine, reached into the duffel bag at her side. With shaking fingers she extracted a shiny black pistol, and pointed the gun directly at my forehead. Her lips moved soundlessly— a curse, perhaps, or a plead for forgiveness.
I fell suddenly to my knees, dizzy, and with one thought running through my head - Is this the end? There was no sound at all, a sorry way to die, but alas.
How strange, to be unable to understand the one person I should have known better than anyone else.