_____After my twin brother, Trigh, died, I felt my muscles weaken. How strange this feeling is! It is as if I’ve come to an eternal state of yawning or maybe perhaps stretching, but this sensation of yawning and stretching never stops. I’ve come to make sense of this odd sensation as my brother’s last prank on me. In all honesty, I hated this sensation for the first couple of years after he left me. It all felt like a joke. You know, as people say, twins share one soul. I hated how it was a constant reminder of how half of my soul is dead and that I’ll have a hole in me so deep and dark that I’ll eventually drag the other half down as well_________________ Now, I feel that without this sensation, I won’t be able to wake up the next morning. I know this because I see how my brother’s death has affected those who don't have this sensation. My parents tried their best to hide their sadness, but I knew from the ever-dimming light of their eyes every second after my brother’s death that they were just barely getting through the days. So it wasn’t a surprise when they suggested that they were going to bring Trigh back. Well, I guess it’s really the memory of Trigh______________ I wasn’t so sure about this idea, but I knew they didn’t have the connection that I had. With my parent’s and my's approval, they took out Trigh’s brain that was preserved and built an artificial version of Trigh. It’s really amazing how real Trigh looks. To the touch, you feel his skin. To the eyes, you see the same brightness that Trigh used to carry around. But that was it. Used to. This Trigh was everything Trigh used to and will never be what Trigh would’ve been. I am now 30 years old, and Trigh is still 17. And I am heartbroken. This tragedy has given peace to my parents and all those who loved it, but it is breaking me. The moment this Trigh walked into our house_______ my state of eternal yawning finally came to an end. As I stared into Trigh's eyes, I felt the yawn stop, and I felt the stretch finish. With a brief moment of relief, it was gone. My hole, my prank, and my brother were gone. I cried a lot at that moment. I’m sure everyone thought I was crying because I missed him so much, and through this journey, I was given some sort of peace, but that wasn’t true. I cried because I knew Trigh was really gone. And since that moment, I have adopted a new state of sensation. The sensation of breaking apart. I feel the bones in my body cracking apart ever so slightly as the seconds go by. The more this Trigh came alive, the more out of place I felt. Now, I wonder what human imagination is. How strong it can be. How willing is it to become more than just an imagination?


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