“For once, I need someone to choose me, to make me feel like I’m fucking worthy of being on this earth. He’s the better twin, London. Go back to him.” He lets me go and slips into the woods, into the shadows of the trees where I worry that one day, he won’t come back should his darkness finally consume him. I fold to the ground. “I already chose,” I whisper to myself in a sob, but he’s already gone. I already chose you, Micah.
