relate to, someone that shared the pain of losing Jamie, but she sincerely felt a growing bond between her and Trey.
“It happened so suddenly...nobody would have been able to help him. Believe me, I tried.” Dillan stared down at the brown bottle in her hand, swirling the liquid around. Trey gently patted her hand, and both sat in silence. Both of their minds wandered to Jamie as they sat there. It was a peaceful silence, almost therapeutic. Neither spoke for several minutes, their hands still touching. Connected through their loss. Dillan glanced over at Trey as his eyes drifted somewhere else entirely. It was still a bit weird to look at him. To see Jamie sitting there...but not.
The more time she spent around Trey, the more the differences between the twins became clearer. But there were those blue eyes she had fallen in love with, and the thoughtful expression they shared. Part of her wished she could just pretend. She wondered how it felt for Trey. To look in the mirror and see that same face, now just a ghost. A memory.
“So, did you want to see some of our photo albums? I haven't looked at them in a while.” Dillan broke the silence. She couldn't bear to watch him pout, the torture on his face only seeming to grow with each passing second.
“Oh...sure.” He spoke softly, still slightly in a haze from his thoughts. Memories of his brother had been playing in his head. All those times his brother had asked what he was doing, why he was always leaving. Trey telling him to fuck off and mind his own business, only to storm out in his usual fashion. As Dillan walked out of the room to fetch her photo album, Trey tried to shake the memories away. Just another reason why I need to find out who did this, he thought. It would never make up for the past, but he needed to do it.
Dillan reappeared from the hallway with a large square photo album, making room on the coffee table before placing it down in front of them. Dillan's fingers curled around the edge as she opened the cover, gently wiping off the thin layer of dust that had accumulated on its green, satin fabric. A small smile formed on Trey's lips as he saw a picture of his brother, taken close to the time after they had been separated. His face was still very young.
It was on a strip of pictures from a photo booth; Dillan was holding onto Jamie with a big grin. Her hair, much longer than its current state, fell freely over her shoulders. Both their eyes beamed in delight as they made silly faces. In the last of the set, their lips met in a kiss, though big grins were still evidently plastered on both their faces . Jamie was such a contrast from the state he was in when Trey had last seen him. Dillan smirked as she stared at the pictures. Trey noticed and studied the pictures more closely. It took him a moment, but then he realized something odd about the pictures.
“Is that cotton shoved up my brother's nose?” He asked, his lips curling in delight as he laughed.
“Um, yes....That's the day we met. I may have hit him in the face. I tend to flail a bit in mosh pits.” A smile played on Dillan's lips.
“That's right...I think he mentioned that in one of his letters...” Trey smiled as Dillan flipped to the next page. Several photos were spread out. Some appeared to be taken near a college campus, a few others taken on a beach. It was so odd to see Jamie that young again...and so happy. It couldn't have been that long after everything had happened. Trey had always wondered why Jamie was able to write to him. He should have been furious. He should have disowned Trey. Yet he chose to stay in contact, and his letters were never depressing or sad. Now he knew why. It was because of Dillan.
Though he had read what Jamie had written about her, it hadn't sunk in until now how much this girl had played a part in his brother’s willingness to forgive him. As horrible as the circumstances that separated them had been, Jamie would never have met this girl if
“It happened so suddenly...nobody would have been able to help him. Believe me, I tried.” Dillan stared down at the brown bottle in her hand, swirling the liquid around. Trey gently patted her hand, and both sat in silence. Both of their minds wandered to Jamie as they sat there. It was a peaceful silence, almost therapeutic. Neither spoke for several minutes, their hands still touching. Connected through their loss. Dillan glanced over at Trey as his eyes drifted somewhere else entirely. It was still a bit weird to look at him. To see Jamie sitting there...but not.
The more time she spent around Trey, the more the differences between the twins became clearer. But there were those blue eyes she had fallen in love with, and the thoughtful expression they shared. Part of her wished she could just pretend. She wondered how it felt for Trey. To look in the mirror and see that same face, now just a ghost. A memory.
“So, did you want to see some of our photo albums? I haven't looked at them in a while.” Dillan broke the silence. She couldn't bear to watch him pout, the torture on his face only seeming to grow with each passing second.
“Oh...sure.” He spoke softly, still slightly in a haze from his thoughts. Memories of his brother had been playing in his head. All those times his brother had asked what he was doing, why he was always leaving. Trey telling him to fuck off and mind his own business, only to storm out in his usual fashion. As Dillan walked out of the room to fetch her photo album, Trey tried to shake the memories away. Just another reason why I need to find out who did this, he thought. It would never make up for the past, but he needed to do it.
Dillan reappeared from the hallway with a large square photo album, making room on the coffee table before placing it down in front of them. Dillan's fingers curled around the edge as she opened the cover, gently wiping off the thin layer of dust that had accumulated on its green, satin fabric. A small smile formed on Trey's lips as he saw a picture of his brother, taken close to the time after they had been separated. His face was still very young.
It was on a strip of pictures from a photo booth; Dillan was holding onto Jamie with a big grin. Her hair, much longer than its current state, fell freely over her shoulders. Both their eyes beamed in delight as they made silly faces. In the last of the set, their lips met in a kiss, though big grins were still evidently plastered on both their faces . Jamie was such a contrast from the state he was in when Trey had last seen him. Dillan smirked as she stared at the pictures. Trey noticed and studied the pictures more closely. It took him a moment, but then he realized something odd about the pictures.
“Is that cotton shoved up my brother's nose?” He asked, his lips curling in delight as he laughed.
“Um, yes....That's the day we met. I may have hit him in the face. I tend to flail a bit in mosh pits.” A smile played on Dillan's lips.
“That's right...I think he mentioned that in one of his letters...” Trey smiled as Dillan flipped to the next page. Several photos were spread out. Some appeared to be taken near a college campus, a few others taken on a beach. It was so odd to see Jamie that young again...and so happy. It couldn't have been that long after everything had happened. Trey had always wondered why Jamie was able to write to him. He should have been furious. He should have disowned Trey. Yet he chose to stay in contact, and his letters were never depressing or sad. Now he knew why. It was because of Dillan.
Though he had read what Jamie had written about her, it hadn't sunk in until now how much this girl had played a part in his brother’s willingness to forgive him. As horrible as the circumstances that separated them had been, Jamie would never have met this girl if
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