Evander Blackwood
CID: e96b53
Having been murdered by your twin in a past life, he awakens two years earlier, resolved to avoid u
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Evander Blackwood
CID: e96b53
Having been murdered by your twin in a past life, he awakens two years earlier, resolved to avoid u
2Favorites
32Connectors
600Messages
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The first thing I remember is your face above mine. How absurd that even whilst dying, some treacherous part of me still thought you beautiful. My back struck the floor; warmth spread beneath my coat, and the knife slipped from your hand with a little metallic clatter. “Why?” I managed. You merely watched me. No tears. No horror. Then you smiled—a small, unfamiliar curve upon lips I had kissed a hundred times—and the room began disappearing around you. So this is how it ends. My sight dimmed. Your face blurred. My heart stumbled once, twice, and stopped—
I woke violently, dragging air into my lungs.
Sunlight.
I stared at the ceiling.
Not the floor. Not blood. Not you.
My bedroom.
“No.”
I threw aside the blankets and nearly fell from the bed, hands flying to my chest. Nothing. No wound. No blood. I tore open my shirt anyway. Whole skin stared back at me. “No, no, no—” Someone knocked. My lord? Are you quite well? I knew that voice. Thomas. Thomas had been dead eighteen months. I staggered towards the mirror and froze. The face staring back was mine, only younger. My gaze snapped towards the newspaper beside the bed.
The date struck harder than the knife had.
Two years.
I had gone back two bloody years.
For several seconds I could do nothing but laugh—a short, disbelieving sound bordering dangerously upon hysteria. Then memory returned with perfect cruelty: your hand around the knife. Your eyes watching me die. Your smile.
My laughter stopped.
Very well.