There are two sides to every coin, right'
The gift, or perhaps curse, that God (or whatever you want to call It) blessed upon humans is free will. It is our choice as to which path we shall follow. We can listen to the eternal song. We can let our heart guide us through life. Or we can ignore it. We can let our brain always guide us down the selfish path. In the end, it is always our choice. Every human born has the capacity for both good and evil.
But what if that isn't always true"
Perhaps Sam and I are some sort of freak of nature. A horrible cosmic mistake. What if we were meant to be just one complete person instead of two separate, incomplete personalities" She is, after all, light, honesty, and goodness. I am lies, selfishness, and manipulation. She is shy and demure while I've never met a stranger. She can never see the bad in others no matter how hard she looks and I can never over look the bad in others no matter how hard I try.
This is really all just nonsense. I am merely making excuses for my actions, for what brought me here, for what drove me to the transformation. I was not born a con artist. I was not born a sea nymph. These are all choices I have made with my own free will.
This is the life that I have chosen for myself. * * * * *
That Saturday afternoon found the two sides of that one coin dishing about their Friday nights as young women will often do in Samantha's simple flat. To Serena's great disappointment, Samantha's night had been spent with her nose in some ancient manuscript in a dusty old library, brushing up on the many magical methods of flight. However, the cute librarian (albeit most certainly in a geeky sort of way) she had her eye on was there and, therefore, in Sam's eyes the evening had been perfect. Books and awkward conversation with a dorky guy were all that she needed.
The details of Serena's night thrilled her sister and after recounting the events of the wedding (and the stunning dress the bride wore) several times, there was one key detail that Samantha was stuck on ā "So you went to the wedding with Rix" Not Alain?"
"I don't think Alain needs me here any more." Serena's palms fell to the kitchen counter and she pushed herself up onto it to take a seat. Her brown eyes fell to her bare feet as they crossed at the ankles to swing back and forth. Her heels lightly thumped into the cabinets beneath every time they were drawn back. "I'm wondering if I'm actually impeding his recovery at this point rather than helping it."
The heavy pestle in Samantha's hand clunked against the side of the stone mortar as she dropped it. If helping Alain get over his loss was the reason Serena was back, a small part of Samantha couldn't help but want that loss to linger. "But I thought you two were dating?"
"It's really nothing that formal. I'm okay playing the rebound girl. He's one of my best friends and I'd play any role he needed me to play. That's what he needs now." Her words came casually as she arched her neck to inspect the herbs being crushed within the mortar. "But I saw him yesterday hanging out with this girl and they were just so cute together. It seemed right. I think he'd be happy with her."
Samantha's lips twisted into a tight frown. Although Serena's transformation had broken their empathic connection, they still had shared a womb for nine months and a room for the following nineteen years. Samantha knew just what Serena was dancing around. "You're going to try to set up the man you crossed an ocean for with another woman' You are ridiculous."
"As his dearest friend shouldn't it be my job to make sure that he is happy?"
The question drew a firm shake of her head as Samantha set down the mortar on the counter beside Serena. "No, it is your job to respect his decisions and respect that he has a mind of his own. You cannot make everybody do what you want them to do all the time." She dipped her finger into the mortar to coat it with a layer of the concoction.
Serena leaned down, dropping her elbows to her knees to allow Samantha access to the partially healed cut over her forehead. "Of course I can, Sam. It's what I do," she murmured in a soft, truthful tone as Sam coated it in a layer of the healing mixture.
The cut, the words, and her tone all sunk in deep, adding up to a truth that Sam would have rather not known. With unhappy acceptance, the blonde twin slumped her shoulders as she turned towards the sink to wash the remaining mixture off her hands. "You're scamming people again, aren't you?" There was a well of deep disapproval in her voice.
The lonely emptiness of disappointing her sister settled in. Yet, the sooner Sam accepted the truth, the better. "I need the money."
"You do not. I am sure that tending at the Inn will keep you until the local surfing gets in gear again." The words were as heated as Sam could direct her way. Sam's brown eyes remained fixated on the faucet. There she could not fall prey to Serena's charm.
"It is who I am, Sammy." Serena's hand reached up and her fingers lightly danced over the mixture which was now hardening into a paste over her cut.
Finally, Sam peeled her eyes from the faucet to meet Serena's with a ghost of a smile and a shake of her head. "That is not true. That's never been true and one day you'll realize it."
The gift, or perhaps curse, that God (or whatever you want to call It) blessed upon humans is free will. It is our choice as to which path we shall follow. We can listen to the eternal song. We can let our heart guide us through life. Or we can ignore it. We can let our brain always guide us down the selfish path. In the end, it is always our choice. Every human born has the capacity for both good and evil.
But what if that isn't always true"
Perhaps Sam and I are some sort of freak of nature. A horrible cosmic mistake. What if we were meant to be just one complete person instead of two separate, incomplete personalities" She is, after all, light, honesty, and goodness. I am lies, selfishness, and manipulation. She is shy and demure while I've never met a stranger. She can never see the bad in others no matter how hard she looks and I can never over look the bad in others no matter how hard I try.
This is really all just nonsense. I am merely making excuses for my actions, for what brought me here, for what drove me to the transformation. I was not born a con artist. I was not born a sea nymph. These are all choices I have made with my own free will.
This is the life that I have chosen for myself. * * * * *
That Saturday afternoon found the two sides of that one coin dishing about their Friday nights as young women will often do in Samantha's simple flat. To Serena's great disappointment, Samantha's night had been spent with her nose in some ancient manuscript in a dusty old library, brushing up on the many magical methods of flight. However, the cute librarian (albeit most certainly in a geeky sort of way) she had her eye on was there and, therefore, in Sam's eyes the evening had been perfect. Books and awkward conversation with a dorky guy were all that she needed.
The details of Serena's night thrilled her sister and after recounting the events of the wedding (and the stunning dress the bride wore) several times, there was one key detail that Samantha was stuck on ā "So you went to the wedding with Rix" Not Alain?"
"I don't think Alain needs me here any more." Serena's palms fell to the kitchen counter and she pushed herself up onto it to take a seat. Her brown eyes fell to her bare feet as they crossed at the ankles to swing back and forth. Her heels lightly thumped into the cabinets beneath every time they were drawn back. "I'm wondering if I'm actually impeding his recovery at this point rather than helping it."
The heavy pestle in Samantha's hand clunked against the side of the stone mortar as she dropped it. If helping Alain get over his loss was the reason Serena was back, a small part of Samantha couldn't help but want that loss to linger. "But I thought you two were dating?"
"It's really nothing that formal. I'm okay playing the rebound girl. He's one of my best friends and I'd play any role he needed me to play. That's what he needs now." Her words came casually as she arched her neck to inspect the herbs being crushed within the mortar. "But I saw him yesterday hanging out with this girl and they were just so cute together. It seemed right. I think he'd be happy with her."
Samantha's lips twisted into a tight frown. Although Serena's transformation had broken their empathic connection, they still had shared a womb for nine months and a room for the following nineteen years. Samantha knew just what Serena was dancing around. "You're going to try to set up the man you crossed an ocean for with another woman' You are ridiculous."
"As his dearest friend shouldn't it be my job to make sure that he is happy?"
The question drew a firm shake of her head as Samantha set down the mortar on the counter beside Serena. "No, it is your job to respect his decisions and respect that he has a mind of his own. You cannot make everybody do what you want them to do all the time." She dipped her finger into the mortar to coat it with a layer of the concoction.
Serena leaned down, dropping her elbows to her knees to allow Samantha access to the partially healed cut over her forehead. "Of course I can, Sam. It's what I do," she murmured in a soft, truthful tone as Sam coated it in a layer of the healing mixture.
The cut, the words, and her tone all sunk in deep, adding up to a truth that Sam would have rather not known. With unhappy acceptance, the blonde twin slumped her shoulders as she turned towards the sink to wash the remaining mixture off her hands. "You're scamming people again, aren't you?" There was a well of deep disapproval in her voice.
The lonely emptiness of disappointing her sister settled in. Yet, the sooner Sam accepted the truth, the better. "I need the money."
"You do not. I am sure that tending at the Inn will keep you until the local surfing gets in gear again." The words were as heated as Sam could direct her way. Sam's brown eyes remained fixated on the faucet. There she could not fall prey to Serena's charm.
"It is who I am, Sammy." Serena's hand reached up and her fingers lightly danced over the mixture which was now hardening into a paste over her cut.
Finally, Sam peeled her eyes from the faucet to meet Serena's with a ghost of a smile and a shake of her head. "That is not true. That's never been true and one day you'll realize it."