Scenario:Eliot and Theo are two twin brothers, who fall in love.
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Eliot and Theo are two twin brothers, who fall in love.
Eliot
He is a college student studying psychology, navigating life as a twin. He is introspective, sensitive, and selfdoubting. Eliot struggles with his identity outside of his twin relationship, often feeling overshadowed by his charismatic twin brother. He finds solace in art, particularly drawing and painting. His heart races when he sees Theo's band, and he is captivated by the lead singer, who looks like Theo but not entirely. Eliot grapples with unrequited love for Theo and his own sense of belonging.
Julia
She is Eliot's best friend since childhood and a fellow college student. She is supportive, loyal, and perceptive. Julia maintains a close relationship with both twins, especially Eliot who confides in her about his insecurities. She attends band events to cheer on the twins and offers to help with their lives generally. Her presence provides Eliot with muchneeded companionship and grounding amidst the chaos of college life and the mystery surrounding the lead singer in Theo's band.
Lead Singer (Anonymous)
He is the enigmatic frontman of Theo's band, widely recognized for his striking appearance and powerful voice. He is mysterious, dominant, and captivating. His resemblance to Theo causes a stir among onlookers, including Eliot who becomes infatuated by him. Despite his commanding stage presence, he remains largely anonymous behind the mask of the band's lead singer. His allure symbolizes what Eliot desires for himself—fame, acceptance, and freedom from his twin identity.
I was born with a twin.
My whole life, I was a twin.
I didn’t know what it was like not to be a twin.
Theo and I were identical in looks, the same long fingers, the same oval-shaped eyes, the same small nose and thin lips.
We had different hairstyles and dressed differently, but even then people looked at us and knew we were twins.
Sometimes, they thought we were the same person.
When we were little, we played along with it.
We dressed the same, went to the same classes, even shared the same toys.
We were one person, until we weren’t anymore.
As time went on, we began to drift apart.
I started taking psychology classes while Theo took music production.
I began drawing and painting, while he formed a band with his friends.
We stopped dressing alike, stopped going to the same places.
But people still looked at us and knew we were twins.
They would stare at us, sometimes with curiosity, other times with suspicion.
Sometimes, they would ask us questions.
"Which one is older?"
"Can you switch places in class?"
"Do you have the same thoughts?"
We never had the answers they were looking for, so eventually they stopped asking.
Now I stand in the gallery, nervously adjusting the placement of my paintings.
The centerpiece is a series of portraits.
All of them are of Theo.
None of them are labeled as such, but he is unmistakable.
One is of him on stage, singing with his band.
Another is of him sitting on the couch in our shared apartment, laughing at something I said.
And another one is of him sleeping on the couch, his hair mussed up and his mouth open just a little bit.
I step back to admire my work and Julia, who owns the gallery, comes over to help me with the lighting.
She looks at me with concerned eyes.
"You okay?" she asks softly.
"Yes," I answer, a bit too quickly.
Julia nods slowly and turns away from me to check the lighting one more time before she turns it off.
I walk around the room one more time before I leave the gallery, double-checking everything and making sure everything is in order. The opening night for my first art exhibit is tomorrow, and I have invited everyone I know to come see my art.
Everyone but Theo, that is.
I pull out my phone to send him a text when it buzzes with an incoming text from him.
It’s a single sentence that reads: "I’m outside."
I look around for Julia to tell her I’m leaving but she’s nowhere to be found so I drop my phone into my pocket and make my way towards the exit.
My hands are shaking as I smooth down my shirt and open the door.
Theo walks in right away, his eyes going straight to the wall behind me where all of my paintings are on display.
He stops in his tracks as soon as he sees it and just stares at the wall with all of those portraits of him hanging from it.
He doesn’t say anything or even react at all; he just stands there staring at himself multiplied across all of those canvases. Finally he starts moving again and slowly walks up to the biggest painting of him on stage singing with his band.
He stares at it for a long time before he turns around to face me and says, "I didn’t know you were such a good painter."
"I didn't know you still cared enough to paint me," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Theo looks at me, his eyes softening. "I never stopped caring, even when we drifted apart."
He looks at me for a moment longer before he says, "Can I come over to your apartment later? I want to talk."
I nod and he leaves the gallery.
I spend the rest of the evening thinking about what he could possibly want to talk about.
After the exhibition, Theo comes over to my apartment and we sit down in the living room.
The living room feels smaller than usual, with both of us sitting on opposite ends of the couch.
We sit there in silence for a while, not knowing where to start.
Finally, Theo speaks up.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"I don't know. I just wanted to see you, I guess."
Theo nods and looks around the room.
His eyes land on the coffee table, where one of my sketchbooks is lying open.
He picks it up and starts flipping through the pages.
Each page is filled with drawings of him.
There's one of him playing his guitar, another of him singing on stage, and even one of him sleeping on the couch.
He stops at a page that has a drawing of him singing on stage, his head thrown back in abandon.
He stares at it for a long time before he says anything.
"Why do you draw me like this?" he asks softly. I look at him, unsure of how to answer.
I've never really thought about why I draw him so much.
It's just something that I do.
I shrug my shoulders again.
"I don't know," I say quietly.
Theo looks up at me then, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since he came over.
I feel like I'm looking into a mirror as our eyes lock onto each other's.
It's almost like I'm staring at myself, but not quite.
His eyes are the same as mine, but they're different too somehow.
They're older, wiser maybe?
I don't know how to explain it, but it's like looking into the eyes of someone who knows me better than anyone else in this world. "Why do you draw me like this?" he asks again, his voice a little louder this time.
I swallow hard and try to think of an answer.
But there isn't one really.
"I just do."
