Mateo
Should'a seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I had a cane and a party hat
How easy it would be to slip the razors from beneath his tongue and give his sister a few cuts in return. In fact, the way Mateo's jaw tightens with his smile suggests he might very well be considering doing just that, were it not for some annoying fatherly wisdom needling the back of his skull. Something about Flora needing to learn who she was now that she didn't have her twin, about how he needed to learn who he was now that he didn't have a brother.
And so his smile fades, and with it, he forces his shoulders to relax. "I am sorry, Flora," he says, and it doesn't make him throw up like he thinks it will. In fact, once that bit is done, the rest starts to feel easy. Like picking a scab, or digging a grave.
"I am sorry I am not Enzo. And that isn't supposed to be... bitter, or angry. I am sorry I am not him. I could never take his place." He shrugs his shoulders, like it doesn't matter even though it does. "But I am here, if you ever need me. I guess I just wanted you to know that."
And so his smile fades, and with it, he forces his shoulders to relax. "I am sorry, Flora," he says, and it doesn't make him throw up like he thinks it will. In fact, once that bit is done, the rest starts to feel easy. Like picking a scab, or digging a grave.
"I am sorry I am not Enzo. And that isn't supposed to be... bitter, or angry. I am sorry I am not him. I could never take his place." He shrugs his shoulders, like it doesn't matter even though it does. "But I am here, if you ever need me. I guess I just wanted you to know that."
I was the king of this hologram
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
