Ocean Blue

Two pairs of blue eyes.


One, dark as the depths of the ocean.

The other, light like the small waves on the shore.


Just two different pairs of eyes, and yet the girls were the same in every other possible way.


Amy loved sunrises. So did Hannah.

Hannah loved the color orange. So did Amy.

Amy and Hannah loved going on walks in the summer and swimming in chlorinated pools and eating mangoes and skiing in the winter and shopping only in the store around the corner and reading books and going to english class and climbing the rock wall during gym and drinking coffee.


They both hated the ocean.


Perhaps it was because it reminded them of each other. Because what would it take to just be special? Hannah and Amy were both jealous of the people who did not have twins, for at least they were one of a kind.


Except they had one difference. A quite lethal difference, in fact.


Amy liked her coffee hot. Hannah liked it cold.


Each time they walked into the coffee shop, Amy would notice Hannah’s fascination with the boy across the counter. The twins place their order each day. Eventually it just becomes “the usual.” Amy would notice how Hannah is too kind to correct the boy that her “usual” was iced coffee rather than hot coffee. Each day, they sat and Amy drank her coffee while Hannah let hers cool.


Amy had enough. The girls got their coffee the next morning, and while Hannah stared at the boy working at the counter while waiting for her coffee to cool, Amy slipped something into her twin’s drink.


Within the next hour, Hannah was dead.


Amy should have felt happier. At least, she was special now. But no matter how many times she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t smile without noticing something was different. The pair of dark blue eyes stared back at her, and she realized this wasn’t right. She was supposed to see the light blue. She was supposed to see the calm waves of the sea. Instead she saw the stormy depths, and it became apparent that together they made the ocean, but alone she was merely the darkness underneath.

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