a private joke alexei & ilya; gen, 2.4k #the gaping wound of brotherhood, or something
the first thing they’ll tell you is that you look like your father.
You’re allowed to hate your brother. The world will understand if you hate him because he is a generational talent and pretty and well-fucked and well-liked—but not if it’s because he is your brother. There are only so many hours in a family’s day. You are five. Someone puts two dogs in a cage and hopes they don’t kill each other. You are thirty; you realize there is no key and no dogs and you call your brother and say, I need money. What you meant to say is: I have been thinking about dying and all the ways it comes to us, and then I thought of you dead, and it scared me, if only for a moment, to realize that even you could die, and that if you were to die then I would truly be alone in this world, even with my daughter, and my wife, I would feel a deep aching hole in my stomach between the liver and the heart, where you punched me for the first time, and it rattled all through my body until I shook so hard I broke your nose.
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