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“I happen to be fifteen whole minutes older than you. Deal with it.” He ruffles my hair as if we’re back to being kids, and I knock his hand off.
I don’t want to think of our once-close relationship when I destroyed it with my own hands.
Once upon a time, we slept in the same bed and he told me everything, including details I didn’t care to hear.
Then everything collapsed. My mind included.
“Seriously, what are you doing here?” I ask with more exasperation than I usually show.
Might have to do with my exceptionally jittering nerves lately.
“I really just want to check on you. Mum sounded worried on the phone.”
I briefly close my eyes. “I’m fine.”
“Sure, Bran. If you keep telling yourself that often enough, you might eventually believe it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I narrow my eyes, but he’s not looking at me.
He physically pushes me out of the way as he stalks to my canvas.
Shit.
Fuck.
Bloody fucking hell.
Sweat trickles down my back as my brother looks at the seemingly haphazard strokes on the canvas. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t be so worried, but this is my genius twin brother we’re talking about.
The top dog of REU art school and the up-and-coming sculpting talent who’s won multiple awards for his devilishly detailed statues.
His head tilts to the side as he studies the canvas and I want to jump in front of him and hide it. I want to soak it in black ink. But I don’t, or Lan would sense something is seriously wrong.
There are two things that scare the fuck out of me.
My image in the mirror and Landon.
“This is…fucking brilliant.” He whistles.
My chest squeezes until it nearly topples me over. Lan hasn’t praised anything I’ve done in…eight years.
His previous descriptions of my work have been scathingly critical.
Severely mediocre.
Exasperatingly tedious.
Devastatingly unoriginal.
Exceptionally mind-numbing.
Disturbingly boring.
Boring.
Boring.
Boring.
