◆ @rightreflection ◆
as of late, len was proactively avoiding his twin, perhaps for the longest time that he could recall. the world had changed into kingdoms, almost overnight, and just as they enjoyed the RPG-like kingdom world, their joy was replaced by fear and chaos. during a stint with a mist reaper, len found his memories and sense of self warped, pulling out feelings he always figured weren’t issues. at least, ones he never thought would be exposed. cruel and hurtful feelings that, the moment he spoke them, wanted to immediately fight back against it. he panicked, knowing that he didn’t want to hurt rin with his terrible words but maybe, deep down, because he didn’t want his persona of a caring, backseat twin to be destroyed.
“after all this time- you just assumed i enjoyed letting you take the spotlight huh?! of course i resented you. how could you still be everyone’s favorite but still not take yourself seriously?! why do you get special treatment...!?”
his thoughtless words rang in his mind as len felt himself redden with shame and guilt. he said all those horrible things to her, whether he wanted to or not, and in the end, he was the one who ran away after that. even as the city returned to normal, len couldn’t bring himself to face her. what was he going to say? what could he say after that? what’s worse, the fact that she hadn’t reached out, no message or phone call, was all the proof he needed. he didn’t want to talk to himself either.
lost in his own head, he fidgeted with the boba tea cup in his hand, a rain cloud hanging over him. should he try and text her? apologize? ugh, how shitty would that be!? but even so, he knew he’d eventually have to set the record straight. knowing that he upset his twin, to the point they weren’t speaking to one another, was pain enough.
before he could even rationally think it through, he pulls out his phone and texts her. (he doubts she’ll respond, but he has to try.)
to: RIN ☆ frm: LEN ★
[1/2] hey [2/2] want to talk? or have dinner? my treat