Letters from the Sky

The Great Gig in the Sky

I could feel him looking at me as I talked about the night that everything changed.

It hurt to tell him all of it.

It also felt good and easier this time around.

I think I found it easier to talk about it because he had told me about his mom.

I guess I was right when I felt that Kayla was not a good person.

He looked even more shocked though when I told him that Alex was my twin.

He cleared his throat before asking, "So, one of those pictures in the entry way, was Alex?"

"Yeah, the left one was."

"I thought they were both you."

"Yeah. Everyone used to say that we could tell everyone that we're clones, and it would be believable."

"Did you guys ever switch?"

"No. No, we thought that switching was stupid."

He shot me a look and I said, "We didn't need to. We were happy being ourselves."

"So, I take it you guys were extremely close?"

"We were beyond close. We told each other everything. It didn't matter how weird it was. We studied together and everything. Our parents never even dared to ask us if we wanted separate rooms because they knew we would say no."

"It killed you when she died then."

"Probably just as much as your mom's death if not more."

He nodded, and I breathed before quoting, "'And I am not afraid of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime. I never said I was afraid of dying.'"

"The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd," He replied.

"My mom loved that song and the whole entire band actually. I'm pretty sure she would've married them if she could. She used to say that, and my dad would pretend to be hurt. Then, she would reply that she only had eyes for him forever."

"Did you stop listening to them?"

"Surprisingly, no. I continued to listen to them. Alex and my mom both loved Pink Floyd and Classic Rock. Listening to it all gave me a connection to them to keep."

"I would have never guessed any of this."

"Well, I guess I could say the same about you."

"Is that why you hate the male gender so much?" He asked hesitantly.

"After catching him, they busted the party he was at. Along with alcohol and heroin, there were like six other hard and illegal drugs. The party was all guys and no girls. I think there were like four other guys. So, yeah. I guess that's why."

I looked away and I felt his fingers softly caress my hair. I turned back to look at him and he said, "You're really fucking strong. I could barely deal with my mom's death."

"You're still strong to have dealt with it."

"I hate Kayla and I've hated her from the beginning. It was even worse that my dad married her only months after my mom passed away."

"Tosser," I muttered.

He shot me a look and asked, "What's a tosser?"

"A supreme asshole or jerk," I replied.

"Yeah, I guess he's a tosser then. He didn't even wait a fucking year. He barely waited six motherfucking months before marrying the bitch," His voice turned bitter.

I made a small noise and he asked, "What happened to the kid?"

"He got arrested on a DUI for the alcohol, a DUI for the drugs, and two counts of murder. The other four were arrested for possession of illegal drugs and two counts of aiding and abetting two murders. They were older, over 21, and they provided Andrew with the alcohol and drugs."

"Wow. I really don't know what to say."

"Please don't say anything. Keep it all to yourself."

"Why would I tell someone?"

"I don't know. I just . . . I miss her so much," My voice cracked at the end and I pulled my hand away to bury my head in both of them as I cried.

His arms wrapped securely around me, and he held me as he whispered softly. His hand ran up and down my back softly. I felt his lips against the top of my head and the tears started to dry up. I wiped my eyes and looked up at him softly.

His breathing slowed down, and I felt him swallow. The way we were sitting, we were pressed together, and I could feel his heartbeat. I was sure he could feel mine too. He softly moved closer to me and our breath mixed together.

His hand softly touched my neck before he pressed his lips against mine.

At that moment, only one thought was going through my head.

I could only think that bloody hell, his lips are soft.

I am thinking YES! THEY FINALLY KISSED!

Anyway, I am doing a double-update because I feel so bad about the cliffhanger.
I have no idea why but I felt like I couldn't just leave you like that

Anyway, I do not know if anyone will realize this, but if you do:
Yes, the line about people thinking they could be clones was a reference to one of my all-time favorite shows: Orphan Black.
If you do not know what it is, shame on you. You also need to go check it out, like right now.