Elliot smiles but isn´t a happy one. I used to hate but nowadays at this moment in certain aspects, I can see why people might mistake us for twins. We share the same streaks of blonde hair, our cheeks flush identically, and there’s a brown birthmark shaped like a water droplet on both our shoulders. Yet, despite these superficial similarities, the differences between us are profound. In our youth, Elliot was awkward and peculiar, but time has transformed him. His physique now reflects the effects of swimming, and an inexplicable air of maturity surrounds him.

Since he departed for college in New York, I’ve become accustomed to wide-eyed inquiries from curious girls in the school halls about his whereabouts and romantic entanglements. Meanwhile, I remain unchanged. It’s not that I resent my unchanged appearance, I appreciate the nuances of my skin under the sun, the emergence of freckles during Spring, and the subtle contours of my body.  My problem isn’t looks, but what´s on the inside because that’s what actually counts, am I right?

A moment of silence ensues before I say – I’ll be back for Christmas.

He laughs – I was going to say every day, but you’re my sister, so that’s kinda weird. At least once a week or a month, I’ll remember you and think, “Hey, I kinda miss her.”.

He looks at me with a penetrating gaze, and I avoid his eyes. In the distance, a blackbird takes flight, disappearing into the sun.

I squint against the sunlight as I look at him, my pulse quickening at the mere thought of her. Trying to change the subject, I remark, – I think I’m going to dye my hair brown.

I scoff, shaking my head. – I’ve had enough of that to last a lifetime.

Elliot smiles but remains silent, and together we gaze out at the lake. As the sun rises, I wonder if he recalls that night – the swirling snowflakes, the frozen roads, the choices made. Does he harbor resentment for my decision? Or does he understand my intent, my concern of well-being for myself?

He’s never blamed me outright. Instead, he treads carefully, avoiding words that might upset me. Even after everything that happened with Daisy, he’s maintained a protective stance. I take a deep breath and meet his eyes.

He turns to face me, eyes sharp as the water beneath us. – You’d be crazy not to. Hell, Mom would kill you if you didn’t. She’s forgotten she has a son since you got the offer.

     –      Liar, I laugh. – You’re by far her favourite, with all the money you won from swimming competitions.

     –      Well, you’re obviously not as smart as everyone thinks- he teases.

Our banter continues, interrupted only by the playful exchange of hits in the water. Despite the levity, a moment of sincerity emerges.

I nod, repeating in my mind – I’ll be fine. I have to be. 

As the clouds cover the sun, I look out at the lake, hoping that if I say it enough, it will eventually feel true.