More Than I Should

1967 Words

Summer The bandages were gone, only a light a cotton pad was taped on my right palm for precaution. And except the slight twinges and stretched skin when I do something my hands have healed pretty good in the last three days. Three days, which had been spent with me sulking around the house and ignoring him every chance I got. But I didn’t know if it was I who was doing the ignoring or if it was he making sure not to come any closer or else he’d give in. Or maybe he’d end up killing his own twin brother, because I might not be playing fair here. As much as I ignored him, I spent all of my time with Raphael. And he was nice to be with too. And occasional, deliberate touches from Raphael whenever Gabriel happened to be close by, told me that Raphael enjoyed riling up his brother rather t

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