[ Maybe it's because he's her twin that she feels it immediately. Not agreement, necessarily, but a kind of harmony that was hard to describe without experiencing it. She'd never try to anyway — it was just special. But whereas it'd be a comfort before, now it was just another thing to think about. Did he feel that way because it's how she felt, or did he have his own reasons...? Surely not, she tells herself. Surely not.
As the elevator chimes to signal their floor, she's left contemplating why that is, on top of everything else. ]
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As the elevator chimes to signal their floor, she's left contemplating why that is, on top of everything else. ]
I want it to.