Together They Make One

They are twins. He loves her and what he did, he does not regret because it meant she was once again only his.

He watched her, eyes flowing with tears. Her cheeks were stained. 

She was the oldest, the one who took care of him. Yet, there she was, heart broken because of him. 
Yet, he didn’t regret it, he couldn’t, not when she was his again. 

He walked calmly over to over, kneeling down in front of her. 
Her deep light brown eyes glared at him. He saw her anger and hate radiate from them. 

“Why?!” She hissed, rubbing her eyes before reaching over to grab her bow and arrows. She needed to be angry, she had to be angry. There was no room for her pain, for her sorrow. It also wouldn’t be the first time siblings fought each other. 

He was quicker. He reached them first and threw them far off. No, he didn’t want to fight her, not her. They were two halves of a whole, they completed each other. 

“I wish I was sorry, but I could not lose you.” He muttered, reaching up to caress her cheek. 
Her eyes soften, feeling all the fight leave her. 

“I loved him.” 
“I know.”

He did know, but it was dangerous. She was the virgin goddess. She would have gotten hurt. She would have left him. 

“It hurts.” she muttered, feeling the pain that he had suffered through many times before. He just pulled her into his arms, feeling her smaller, yet still strong body, relax into his embrace. How many times had she done this for him? Picked up his broken heart, mending it over and over again. 

“You are selfish.” She muttered into his chest. 
“I wish I could say I’m sorry.” he responded, because they both knew that even if he said it, he would never mean it. 

“I wish I could hate you.” She sighed, pulling away from him embrace. 
“You don’t then?” he looked at her with his hazel eyes. She wanted to hate him, for taking away her love. She wanted to hate him for being selfish. 
She couldn’t, because when he looked at her like that, she remembered just how much she loved him. They were two halves of a whole. One was nothing without the other. 

“I could never hate you. We are one.” 

She kissed the top of his head, like she always did, before picking up her bow and arrow and disappearing to resume her hunting. 

He just smiled and picked up his lyre, needing to get back to his muses. 

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Very interesting. It was a nice take on the tale of Orion.