smth smth twin au | from @miscxllany
It was weird, knowing that someone was out there, a stranger, walking around with his face. Their face. He supposed it wasn't fair to lay claim to it when it was just as much Richie's as it was his own. He didn't like it though. He didn't talk much about Richie. Most of the time he pretended he didn't exist; he did the exact same with their mom.
She had torn their family apart when she left Hughie and Hugh Sr. It would have been one thing to abandon husband and children, but it was another entirely to rip one twin from the other. Hughie's dad had told him stories about how they could only sleep together when they were babies. If anyone tried to put them in seperate cribs, they would scream until they were reunited. Hughie's mom had split them up anyway.
Hughie never stopped feeling the loss of their departure. It was a wound that never fully scarred over. He would find himself wondering what Richie was doing. Where he was. If he had graduated high school, if he had gone to college. He could even be married now.
He had dreamt about this before. Seeing his face on someone else, sometimes on every person in the room. There was only one face this time though. His. He wasn’t clean shaven like Hughie, but it was, without a doubt, his twin. His brother. Richie must have felt his incessant staring because he looked over and their eyes met. Hughie continued to stare. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to feel. Awkwardly, he raised a hand in silent greeting.
