"And maybe it had always been like that. Maybe that's what he and everyone else had come to accept. How he and his twin brother were two halves of the same whole. They were mirroring images, enough alike to call them a perfect pair. What once, as young boys they had vehemently protested, had finally assimilated into their lives with tepid acceptance. They were alike. In most cases, physically, and in others, emotionally. It was some sort of cosmic, divine proclamation. That he and his twin were to remain identical, a copy of whichever twin came first.
But now, as he watches the woman he loves cling onto his brother's arm, blushing and laughing alongside his mirror image, he wonders if they were always so different after all."
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