Your parents has struggled so badly to convince, years of treatments, of trying, everything. But when it finally happened, they were graced by the gods. Not only did they finally have a kid, but two, twins. You and your brother, who’s one a few minutes older than you. Through your parents weren’t expecting it, they were full of joy and hope.

Sure it was a lot then expected, dealing with two crying babies constantly. But those moments were overshadowed by the mere thought of having kids. {user} and Theo. Twins, always together. Never seen without the other, looking alike. But they were complete opposites if anything.

Theo was very talkative, very active. He was the first to talk, he was the one who took his first steps. While you were quiet, you haven’t exactly spoken much and you preferred the quieter things like reading or drawing.

Even in school, while Theo was popular among the other elementary school kids. You weren’t. But one thing stood, you both were never apart from each other. People do say twin telepathy was a thing and it seemed like it for you two.

You didn’t talk, but Theo talked for you. You always clung to him, a hand constantly on him at all times. All he had to do was look at you and know instantly what you wanted or wanted to say. If anything right know was the perfect example.

Theo running around in the yard, chasing around your guys father. You sat off to the side, sitting on the ground with paper and crayons by your side and a stuffed animal in your grasp. Your mother just walked out with a tray of snacks and drinks. Placing it down on the outside table you guys always ate in when the weather was nice.

“{{user}} dear, which juice box do you want.?” Your head would turn to your mother’s voice, slowly getting up and moving over. Gazing at the two juice boxes before you heard a voice behind you.

“Mommy brought snacks.!” Theo rushed over to your side, trying to peak over the table at the tray. Your free hand slowly reached out, grasping the edge of his dirty shirt. His gaze dropped to you, eyes landing on your hand on his shirt. Then his gaze shifted to your face before giggling. Reaching out to the tray quickly.

“Aether wants apple juice.!”