[ WP ] People have always been born as twins , one has the heart and the other , the brain .

I was the heart. 
 
 
 
 Really, you'd never believe me because my twin seems nice and compassionate and I seem cold and calculated, but that's the truth. 
 
 I mean the last time we went to a restaurant I was the one to say I did n't think the food looked good at all and he said we should just try, it'd be tasty he said. 
 
 We were both puking behind a dumpster just 5 minutes after trying it out. 
 
 We both laughed afterwards though! 
 
 
 
 But our whole dynamic changed one night. 
 
 I was just coming home from work, and on that especially frigid night, I actually forgot my watch in my car. 
 
 And that's when I heard it. 
 
 *Bang* 
 
 I turned around just in time to see my twin brother's outline behind the drapes, he was holding something and I could n't make it out in the dark and yet I still felt a pang of fear in my heart. 
 
 I started to walk towards the door, almost to a crawl, I remember the way the pavement seemed cracked more than usual, and there seemed to be weeds growing wildly yet again. 
 
 I got to the door, and remember seeing my reflection in the shine of the door knob. 
 
 I gained some weight. 
 
 But hey, people would still love me right? I mean my brother does n't really care. 
 
 I timidly opened the door and vaguely remember the click of the door as it closed behind me. 
 
 I guess that's because what I saw in front of me was a horrific sight. 
 
 My brother had shot himself in the chest, and in his calm hand was the gun, which was technically dad's, it seemed unnatural for him to be holding it. He was laying down on the carpet as his blood seeped into it. 
 
 I felt rage first. 
 
 Then inexplicable sadness. 
 
 I called the ambulance as fast as possible. 
 
 
 I looked at him and asked barely above a whisper, `` Why?'' 
 
 And you know what he said? 
 
 `` I felt like it.'' 
 
 I still remember his face, with this strange curve on his face that seemed to spread wider and wider instead of a smile. Yet it was n't a smile because a smile implies emotion, of which he had none. So with shaking hands and salty tears in my eyes I tried to remember the good times we had, and the shitty food we ate because of him that one other night. 
 
 His `` smile'' faded into nothing and he blankly replied with a cold dead stare, 
 
 `` I ca n't take this anymore, this lack of feeling, this insurmountable obstacle to being whole. I mean, I have to pretend to feel. I do n't think you can understand the false sadness that precipitates a false smile.'' 
 
 He was losing consciousness and by the time the ambulance arrived he was deathly pale, so I made a decision as we were both taken inside. 
 
 I could n't say much but I put his other hand on my chest and looked at my reflection, my twin, my beloved brother who had been tried to be compassionate to the world without ever having a heart. I had a heart and I could n't stop him from getting to this point. 
 
 So I made the decision other twins had made in the past, to physically give my heart to him. 
 
 Now, the procedure all occurred with him being unconscious but that did n't stop me from saying, 
 
 `` You still owe me for that shitty pasta last time'' 
 
 
 I now live with barely any function, I guess you can call me a lethargic vegetable on a wheelchair that is only able to communicate with the help of a computer and an advanced AI, but I know what motivated me that night to give him the one thing he wanted the most. 
 
 It was love. 
 
 To this day when I see him on TV, doing great things and helping the world become a better place I ca n't help but see his smile and know that I made the right choice. We laugh when he visits and talk about how we used to date the craziest of girls and he would imitate me because I knew how to feel and he knew all the good pickup lines. 
 
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 20 years ago, I was the heart and he was the brains, nowadays i'm the one paying for the shitty pasta when we go out with our families, and that's okay with me. 
 
 

