Rotten Nostalgia

"Yes Sam, that is what being twins means. We're the same age." She replied immediately, the dryness of her voice so much more practiced than his. "Jealous?" Evie repeated, her cheeks flushing slightly, though it was probably just because of amusement. Not because, deep down, she was jealous. Jealous of the start in life Sam had that she didn't. Jealous that he'd been born normal, that he'd then been ascended, that their parents had thought he could be fixed, while with Evie, the best they could hope for was a well documented and clever series of lies. "What am I supposed to be jealous of? That you can't taste the wine you're drinking? Or that your boyfriend has probably been paid to hang out with you. He was standing with a unicorn for gods sake. No way you two are actually together." evie Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere