tanhuitian

The day my twin died I thought my soul would break into half. It didn't, but after the funeral I found myself on the same rooftop the three of us used to hang out on, and where my sister was last seen. Arashi was there too, but he was perched precariously on the parapet drinking beer. It was for my own assurance when I grabbed hold of the back of his shirt. He didn't seem surprised when he turned around and saw me, merely patting the surface beside him in a gesture for me to sit beside him. I shook my head, and Arashi just smiled and said, "Come on up." in the way my sister would have. And perhaps because I was in a weird mood too, I acceded