A young man in a deep blue hoodie walked alone through the mall, aimlessly. The bustling crowds from an hour ago had mostly departed, leaving only a few people hurrying around to finish their shopping sprees. Tristin had finished his shift at Clothing Warehouse, a relatively new store which sold, like its name sake suggested, clothes. It was a thankless, sole sucking job. However, it was a job; something that he desperately needed.
Despite his shift having ended nearly 15 minutes ago, Tristin did not want to return home, just yet. He loved his adopted parents, but recently they had been suffocating. As he passed one of the stone columns holding up the second level, he passed by another young man, strikingly similar to himself. He blinked realizing, yet again, that it was just his reflection. Tristian sighed heavily. He had done it again. Thinking his reflection had been his long lost twin.
The reason his parents have been overwhelmingly loving on him lately was partly do to his father slipping a secret. Tristian was visiting his parents, helping father shred old records when he found the 24 year old adoption papers. Out of curiosity, he glanced over the large document. It mentioned two unnamed boys around 3 months of age being left in at some fire station. Tristan felt it was unusual to have portions of the adoption paperwork redacted, but he kept reading. All personal information and key named places seemed to have been blacked out.
Tristian always had a faction with twins, having believed for years that his imaginary friend was his twin brother. Sarcastically, he asked his dad if the other boy was his look-alike, to which his father became painfully silent. Apparently, he had been one of a set of identical twins dropped off at some rural town fire station, whose name was removed. All information relating to his brother was missing, which is why his adopted parent had chosen not to mention anything. There had been no way to track down or contact the other family. In their own way, his parents had been trying to protect him. Save him from the hurt of knowing, but not being able to learn anything more.
He wandered around further, ending up at the single fountain in the middle of the mall. A twinkle on the ground beside the fountain caught his eyes. Tristan knelt down and picked up a strange looking gold coin. One side had the symbol of a six pointed start. The other had an unusual pattern of lines seemingly looking like two people with an arm wrapped around each other. Imagination getting the better of him, he saw himself and his lost twin in the abstract image. "If only we weren't separated...No, if only we couldn't have been separated..." He flicked the coin into the fountain and turned around, missing the faint flash of light as it entered the water.
Tristan drove to his one-room apartment soon afterwards. Choosing to forgo dinner, he slipped into bed, exhausted all of sudden.
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