Wheeling Gull Isle The Twin Thing

“Mal!”

He appears in beam of sunlight, glittering and bright and pushing back the dark walls of Judah’s loneliness. It permeates his own being, purpose, happiness, life is restored! He holds out his paws to his twin, begging for affection.

Oh doesn’t Mal know how hurt he is when he leaves? Can’t he see how much he needs him? They were meant to stay together always. Judah can only flail like a forgotten limb without its body in his absence, incomplete and obsolete.

“Mal! Noooo, wha is Mal? Can have? Can see?” He crawls around his brother’s body, equal in color but beginning to fill out in ways that Judah would not.