A story in 24 tweets. Storified here.
... Of someone who never was.
Of things that should have been said
So often we deem people guilty of what they've done. And what, pray tell, of the times that they should have done something?
What, of this, this shadow of guilt? What of this... photo negative,... if you will?
One moonlit night, in the forest where I live, on my usual walk, I came upon this sprite. He was up to some fun.
He said to me, he was happy & he'd grant me a boon. If I so chose, I could live two lives, he said. Two parallel lives; one condition.
On that night, I would split into two selves. One self would live my life the way I would. The other would do everything, take every risk.
His only condition, was that at the end of the road, we'd meet, the two selves. And one would have to kill the other.
I agreed. Nothing to lose. I start with one self. I end with one. The journey seemed like an adventure
And so I split. And two lives were lived. It's difficult to explain a parallel existence. So I spare you the details.
And there we were, in the same clearing, a moonlit night this was too. Face to face. The same people, different lives
Oh. But are these? Are these the same people? One of us was smiling, laugh lines around the eyes. The other had a mouth downturned.
The one who took all the risks said, Oh sister, what a ride that was! How have you been?!
The other me was aghast. Did you not lose your loved ones? Were you not betrayed? Are you not angry, my sister?
To which she replied, Oh yes I did. But I've also loved, and been loved. And I have broken hearts too. All my mistakes were my own!
And I have learned. To tell people I love them when I do. And not say that when I don't. To say the right thing though it was hard to do.
And here I am now. Tired, but happy. Heart taped over a million times, but full of love.
The other me cried out. In frustration and anger. You see, she (I) had lived a life of great caution. Not letting anyone take advantage
And it was now clearly a life wasted. It was too disappointing to think of. Too much to take.
I said to me, out of jealousy and spite, sister I have to kill you. Remember what the sprite had said?
To which I said, Yes of course, go ahead. I've lived a good one. :)
So I killed me. And here I am.