#changelingkin

It was so easy to pretend he was you. He had your eyes, your hands, your charismatic smile… 

His lips felt just like yours. I could never love him, but I’ll always love you - and that was enough. 

It was enough until his hands that felt so much like yours began to hurt me, until his voice that sounded as lovely as yours did started berating me… 

It was like you were hurting me. 

Would you hurt me like him, my love?

He’s your reflection - if you were better looking. Bright hope filled eyes, untainted despite his painful past, and a winner’s smile. Your twin brother. The better twin.

Even his lips are better than yours, soft and sweet as they slide against your own. You wish that he wanted this as horribly as you do. You can wait, though. 

You’d wait forever for him.