If You Had A Twin I Would Still Choose You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What do you mean?” “I mean, you’re choosing a man based on who you are right now,” Victor said, stepping closer. The intensity in his voice made my heart race. “Once you remember everything... I know you will regret this decision.” Before I could pull away, he reached out and took a firm hold of my hand. His grip wasn’t hurtful, but it was desperate, pleading. “I just want what’s best for you,” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for any glimmer of recognition. “Because you are my twin. And I love you. So please... just think about what you’re doing.”

I wanted her this way. Was that too much to ask? Would it be selfish of me to ask her to stay with just me? No child, no outsider. You know, most times, I wonder if my parents' relationship would have worked out if we never existed. If I never existed. Maybe Bianca would have walked away from her abusive husband. Perhaps she would still be alive by now. It was my fault. My twin died. I could have followed, but instead I stayed. This feeling deep-rooted inside me right now was something I didn't want for that innocent baby.

I say to them, although I didn’t mean it at all. I watch as Rica's lips twitch happily but it doesn’t sit well with me at all. All these! The memories we share... She was ready to just give it up to go and spend some time with her husband to be. She didn’t care about me. We are twins for God’s sake and yet she is acting as if we are just mere siblings. Is that really what she thinks about me? I thought we are meant to be together. As of now I wonder. If my girlfriend were to leave her twin, to come stay with me, will I accept?

“I’m so lucky to have you. If only your twin were still alive… we could’ve been happier.” My eyes widened at what he just said. I have a twin? “She was still a baby when we lost her. It was stormy when your mom gave birth. I was the only one with her in the hospital… and you were the only one I was able to save. I lost them both. You’re all I have left.”

The presence paused. Clarify. I lifted my chin. Heart pounding. “You split us because you thought we couldn’t exist whole,” I said. “You built systems to control us.” A breath. “But we’re still here.” The twin stepped forward with me. Not physically. But inside. Aligned. “We choose to exist,” she said. The white trembled violently. The presence shifted. Choice is irrelevant. I shook my head. “No.” My voice didn’t shake this time. “Choice is the only thing that matters.”

She crosses her arms and looks me up and down and she sighs, “I don’t necessarily support you rejecting your mate. But I understand what you’re talking about.” I look at her in confusion and she says, “Honey, being a twin, I’m sure you’ve always felt like you are in competition with your brother. We tried hard to make you two not feel like that, but David is naturally competitive that it was difficult. I’m sure you never expected that you would have to share your mate with him.” I ask her helplessly, “Will I be a bad person if I reject her? I don’t think I can handle constantly competing with my brother.”

He scoffed and said, “I have no idea why I ever thought that your twin sister was you.” “Because she looked just like me.” I replied as I gulped down the wine straight from the bottle. “No, because she was the nicest, kindest, and most sentimental person I'd ever met—a complete one eighty from you.” He replied. “Yet I'm the one you chose to marry.” I replied proudly and with a smirk.

Father snarled. I reached the doorway and stopped. Turning back, I stared at his back. “Because I love Alexei,” I said. The twins stared at me, stunned. Even Evelina froze. Father didn’t turn around, not even once. “He loves me too, Father. Why did I choose Alexei? Because he proved his love without having to say anything.” My voice trembled. “So who should I choose? The one who shows me love without a word? Or the one who claims to love me… but does nothing?”

My voice came out too high, too strained. I sank onto the edge of the couch. “You do realize I have much better options, right? I can go to June—you know, the woman’s wedding you crashed? Or back to your parents’ house. I would choose either of those over following my late baby daddy’s creepy twin to a hotel.” I crossed my arms, daring him to argue. Because there was no way in hell I was going with him. Cain lifted his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough. But let me counter that.”

“I don’t hate you, okay? I love you so much because you’re my twin. You know, you’re my favorite person in this world. You and Granny. Because you two don’t judge me. Unlike Mom and Dad, who only ever see my flaws—everything about me is wrong, wrong, wrong. But you, you see my worth.” Tears flowed from Red’s eyes. Blue moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Red, for being my twin. Even if you punch me, it’s okay because I love you so much. I love you, Red. Sleep well, and may flying vaginas haunt your dreams.” Blue suddenly laughed. Red’s tears stopped for a moment. “Do flying vaginas even exist? What the heck! I’m going crazy. Fine, I’ll sleep now because my head hurts. But j