Due to it getting late, the light in the narrow stairwell was rather dim.
Pete stared at Cherry in shock.
Her eyes were widened as round as grapes and her mouth slightly ajar. The two stared at each other for some time. Cherry was the first to speak. "Why is there a mirror in the stairwell?"
Pete was puzzled.
The corners of his lips spasmed. "This isn't a mirror."
Cherry was dazed and dumbfounded. "Why do you look exactly the same as me, then?"
The stairwell fell quiet for another few seconds. Then, a hesitant Pete said, "Are we… twins?"
Tiny Cherry, who finally reacted, leaped forward and hugged Pete excitedly. "Wow! I found my brother!"
"…"
Pete, who had always refused physical contact with others, stiffened.
Blood relations were simply so peculiar. For example, physical contact with people such as one's mother and younger sister would give one a very heartwarming feeling.
