Wheeling Gull Isle The Twin Thing

Into the glistening heart of the shell he stares. Beside him is Malakai, as always he should be. The one who would forever be decoded by touch, by print, by breath alone. Part of him, from him, the end of him that was the beginning of Kai.

But beside him he’s never felt farther.

“Does dis mean you leabe more now?” The shell blurs, his chest hyperventilates, unrelenting tears once again rain. “Wha’s so special out dere, Mal?”

He spins, grasping for his brother “I wish you stay. Stay in den and be with me and thas all!”