Its been three days since she last smiled. Three days since she laughed at your inside jokes. Three days you've been trapped beside her and for once in your life you hated her.
It's not like either of you could help it, no matter what the rest of the world had to say and they always had something to say about you both. They blamed the devil, they blamed your mother, they blamed everything and everyone they could think of and it never did you or her any good.
You'd always promised that your die together - you never saw another option. You never thought that you'd last so long without her but ever since she got sick you could feel death running from her veins into yours.
By some small miracle you didn't share much more than veins and a partially fused pelvis. Pygopagus, they called it. Back in your youth there was no other option but to parade yourselves about for money - who would employ you as anything but freaks?
Now you were older, far older than any doctor said you could hope for, all you and her seemed to do was hide away. Now you were more trapped than you'd ever been, held down by the corpse that once was your other half.
The phone downstairs felt like it was miles away, the nearby window felt further. All you wanted to do was to open it and breathe fresh air again. Even if it might be for the last time, anything was better than smelling her rot beside you, rot inside you.
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