‘his picture perfect world, written and perfected to his liking. a better world, a perfect one to keep the only two living beings closest to him safe.’

to be convincing enough, he had to add in every element. including his own, much to slight distress, his entire ‘now perfected’ living situation.

following behind his ever gleeful twin ‘brother’, he approached the perfected home. eyes down with a slightly nostalgic look as he came home to you for the first time in decades.

not the real you, of course he knew, but a perfected version. still, is it so wrong to be hesitant for seeing a version of the family he left behind..?