Lucy goes still.

This happens when she gets angry.

She just shuts down.

I hate it.

It just stokes the fire of my anger.

If Lucy is a gentle wave I am the waves that crash and break the rocky cliffs.

We have always been this way.

My twin and I….

She is the calm after the storm, and I am the storm.

Her unblinking stare bores into me.

I feel hot and itchy under her scrutiny.

She knows what she’s doing.

This is not an accident.

This action was premeditated.

She knows that her ability to remain calm and collected when I am a pot which can’t help but boil over sets my teeth in edge.

My head is pounding as I try to bite back my anger.

She is just staring at me, even breathed and serene.

The bitch…

I finally erupt.

“SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT!!!” Spit flies as I yell which just adds to my anger, as now I’m embarrassed too.

Lucy stares at me.. but the whirlwind is in full force and I can’t stop.

“WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?” Warm salty tears trickle down my face.

Great… now I’m crying too.

It kills me that Lucy can stay so calm. She can keep her emotions burrowed deep. She keeps a stoney mask applied no matter what inner turmoil she endures.

This gives her power over the situation that I don’t and will never have.

Maybe I’m jealous…