To others, it was just a picture but it wasn't 'just', it was a picture of both of them, and it was all I had left of them.
Though we may never see each other again, I was content with the little I had of them.
That was how my happy days with the twins ended and how I came to have that scar in my heart. My entire being was cursed and my reasoning was flawed.
Things only got worse from there.
I changed schools after being repeatedly bullied as a faggot when I didn't even know my sexuality yet.
One of my schoolmates had a father working at the police station and spread fake news that I was a sexual pleaser to older guys.
My life grew worse and I switched schools. But news found its way to the new school as well and I was alone. Not that I wanted to be around anyone but I was seriously... Alone.
