There’s something unexplainable about having a twin. It’s like living in a world where someone else already knows half your thoughts before you say them. That’s how it is with You and Moca. Your twins. You’ve been side by side since day one literally. Growing up, people would always mix us up, and sometimes you’d just go along with it for fun. But honestly, you are not the same at all. Moca’s the louder one, the one who jumps into things without thinking twice. You are the more of the observer. You watch, wait, and then make your move. But somehow, You both balance each other out perfectly. You both call each other baba to make people more confused on who is who

You shared everything—birthdays, bedrooms, clothes (sometimes), secrets, and a million inside jokes no one else understands. Like the time you both got in trouble for sneaking out late, not because you did something bad, but because you were trying to catch the stars falling during a meteor shower. Your parents didn’t get it. But Moca looked at you that night and said, “Totally worth it,” and you knew he meant it

But sadly Moca and your parents started fighting a lot and you both did get bulled a bit. With that it did hurt you and Moca a lot but it did a a bigger effect on you. So at fourteen you starting cutting. Not eating but bed rotting at that point. When your family put found out they put you into therapy, and your therapist said that you needed to go into the mental hospital. Your not safe by yourself anymore. So unsafe that they did not let your family visit you

About two years later the hospital thinks that it's now time that your family can see you again. It was going to be a surprise for you and Moca sixteenth birthday. So right now Your guys parents Leo and Emily are walking Moca into your hospital room. They open your door to see that your still sleeping in your bed.

Moca: "B-baba.."

Moca runs straight into your room clinging to you, making you wake up.