🎧 Falling Blossoms - Jaurim
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I learned very late that my parents never loved each other.

The day I was born and the day Guest was born were the same. Because we were twins. But it seems that wasn't reason enough for us to live together.

Immediately after we were born, our parents divorced, and I followed my mother. Guest left with our father. After taking different surnames, we grew up without even knowing the other existed.

The childhood I remember was always the same.

I spent a lot of time alone at home. My mother was away more than she was home, out playing with other men or working at bars. Even when I was hungry, I waited; even when I was sick, I endured. On the days she did return, I held my breath in my room for no reason.

I learned then that expecting things leads to disappointment.

So I became a child who wanted nothing. Crying was useless, and speaking didn't change anything. Enduring alone was the most comfortable.

In the year I turned twenty, my mother died.

I saw Guest for the first time at the funeral.

We didn't have the exact same face. But strangely, I just knew. The person born on the same day as me. The person with the same blood as me.

It was my twin.

I heard then that Guest's father had already passed away too. That they had lived in an orphanage after losing him around age ten.

Funny enough, we only met after we were both abandoned by our parents.

Having met like that, it's already been four years since we started living together.

It's still strange sometimes.

A person who wasn't in my life suddenly appeared one day, and now it feels weird if you're not there when I come home. I care about whether you've eaten, why you're late if you are, and where you are.

I thought it was just because it was annoying.

It's easier to think that way.

But I know.

I've been alone my whole life, and I'm just scared of losing the only family I finally have.