Early noon.
"..."
I stood in front of a wooden door.
""...""
With the twins, Sana and Sona standing by my left and right sides and clinging to the hem of my jacket, the three of us stood in silence.
Today was a particularly cold day, and the chilly, late-winter breeze brushed us past, gently blowing the ends of the girls' chequered white scarves to trail behind them.
Pat.
I placed a hand on each of their heads and stroked their hair softly.
They seemed to enjoy it, nuzzling ever so slightly into the palms of my hands as neither party spoke a word.
"..."
My inner self had been in great turmoil, but now, it was time for that to end.
About two weeks had passed since I confessed my plans to the twins, and during that time, I had admittedly grown quite accustomed to such shows of affection like this.
Not only for their sake, but for my own satisfaction.
