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2019-05-20
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2019-05-21
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Cupcake

Summary:

Remy spends his birthday alone, without his twin, for the first time

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Remy stared blankly out the window, a single frosted cupcake sat on a plate on his lap. A candle stuck out of it, bright purple and unlit. A sad, defeated sigh escaped his lips. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the cold glass, his breath fogging the window. He closed his eyes, fighting back tears.

His first birthday alone. He and Virgil spent every year as long as he could remember together. They were twins, inseparable. But this year Virgil got pulled away by his friends last minute. No warning, no way for Remy to make other plans. Well, deep down he knew if he asked his friends, Em and De, they'd come running to cheer him up. But it wouldn't be the same.

Virgil wasn't there to eat all the cupcakes with him, that he spent hours making. He wasn't there to blast music until dawn, to stay up all night partying. He. Wasn't. There.

Remy's breath caught, he bit his lip, struggling to hold himself together. He pushed the cupcake aside, he wasn't going to eat it anyways. Not alone. He sat back, pulling open the window. A breeze sent chills across his skin. He shivered, turning away and to his bed. Grabbing up his jacket, noticing a ping of notifications on his phone. He froze, unforeseen anger coursing through him, tossing his phone across the bed and throwing his jacket on.

He didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to turn on his phone to see Virgil having the time of his life on his birthday without him. It's not that Remy was upset Virgil had gotten incredibly close friends. It's the fact he picked them over him. His own brother.

Remy shook his head, swallowing thickly. He sat on the window sill, carefully putting his feet down on the flat roof bellow. He and Virgil sat out on the roof one year and just looked at the stars. He fought back that thought as he pulled himself out to the roof. Sitting down, he laid back. The roof was cold and somewhat moist. Last time they brought out blankets and pillows, but Remy suddenly despised that idea. He stared up at the start sky, letting the lights go fuzzy as tears began to fall.