[ WP ] Twins seperated at birth and given to an adoption agency get into a car accident as adults . One dies and the other has amnesia . The hospital mixes the records and the surivivor resumes living his twin 's life . After some time , his memory slowly starts to return .

`` Richard? Honey? Are you okay?'' 
 
 My wife. Her voice still seems so unfamiliar. Concern is embedded in her face; the curves and lines still unknown to me. Her blonde hair is in messy curls. I nod my head. No words can come out of me as the sinking feeling in my chest begins to make my stomach liquids churn. I am home again. With my family. But there is a hole inside. I feel as though I am missing something. 
 
 She takes my hand gingerly. `` It's okay honey, it's getting better.'' Her green eyes and bright red lips force a smile. I put my hand against her face, trying so hard to just remember. To remember the life we had together. The life we've given our two beautiful children. 
 
 `` Daddy?'' The littlest calls to me sheepishly. Anna, I remember. Her face is an angelic monument to mine. Our eyes are the same color and shape, she smiles with the same crookedness as I do. Her voice stirs something inside of my heart like I've never felt before. I open my arms to her as she runs across the room on tiny feet. Her mother's fear seems to melt for a moment as I hold her. But something still starts to Avalanche inside my mind. 
 
 `` I love you daddy!'' She beams. I smile at her as best I can. I am trying to love her. And it's hard not to. 
 
 I hear the hum of a vibrating phone off in the distance. I am stuck inside my dreams again, fading farther, my vision becoming a tunnel. A voice, sweet and sad calls out to me. But not with words. It's as though there is no voice at all. Only that feeling of my heart being pulled out through my chest. The only thing I see is a wave of red. A cheery, familiar red that reminds me of some home I've never been to. A rooftop in New York City I've never seen. 
 
 `` Sure. We'll be there soon.'' Her voice, once again snaps me back into the room where I stand. My wife hangs up the phone and looks at me nervously. `` It was that man's sister. They're letting us know about the funeral.'' 
 
 My heart skips a beat. `` Oh.'' I murmur. The accident. It's what caused all of this; what caused all the confusion, the nightmares, the guilt when I look at my children. And the recurring image of feathered red seas. 
 
 `` You do n't have to go. I know it's hard for you honey. But this was n't your fault. Everyone already knows that. And --'' 
 
 `` Katherine.'' I stop her. `` We're going. I just... I need a moment.'' 
 
 She looks hurt but nods, reaching for Anna, who bounds into her arms. `` Well, we'll be down in the car.'' She says hurriedly, in a nervous voice. 
 
 I lace my shoes and put on the newly ironed blazer that my wife has left out for me. It fits well. As I look at my reflection in the mirror across the floor, a jolt of fear runs through my spine. It does not leave as I step slowly down the winding staircase, out the door, into the waiting Mercedes outside. Katherine is in the drivers seat staring straight ahead. She does n't speak. 
 
 The drive is a tense silence; the only sound I hear is that of our tires against the gravel. My three year old daughter has fallen asleep. It is a short trip and before I can collect my thoughts, we are leaving the car again, stepping across well manicured grass to a small group of people, all dressed in black. The nausea comes back to me immediately. 
 
 `` I need to --'' I stammer. `` Kath -- I ca n't -- I need to --'' my wife places a hand on my chest. 
 
 `` It's alright.'' She whispers sadly, kissing my cheek. I hurry off back to my car. I am afraid to stop, I'm painfully aware of the burning in my stomach, forcing the acids to come up and burn my throat. My vision is becoming blurry and I am seeing stars. I am almost there, I think. 
 
 As soon as I feel the cool, smooth metal against my hands I am lurched forward, emptying my gut and falling to my knees. I am coughing and choking and I ca n't think. 
 
 `` Sir?'' A familiar voice says softly. `` Are you alright? Do you need help?'' My heartbeat quickens. I stand to turn around. To say no. To brush this stranger off and say I am fine. I feel her hand on my shoulder and my hairs stand on end. 
 
 Her bright green eyes are wide with disbelief. Her mouth hangs open, the soft, red peaks of them now covered by her hand. I feel a sudden rushing beneath my feet, like a river throwing me off balance. Everything around me is spinning but I am finally still. I am caught in the flowing waves of her cherry red hair.
