I kneeled down in front of her and wiped the tears from, her eyes. She was breathing heavily, and I couldn't figure out what she was crying about. I put my arm around her and held her close, in the dark we sat with only the soft yellow light of the lamp on by her. I sat on the floor in front of her. She parted her hands away from her eyes and I smiled at her.
I knew what I had to do.
I took her hands in mine and I breathed in slowly, "Juliet, there's something I have to tell you. But first, what's bugging you so much?"
"You," She sobbed. "Nothings the same any more. I prayed for nights on end for you to come back to me. I thought that was all I needed to fill the void in my soul, but it wasn't. You're not the same, and I feel ashamed for regretting your return, but you're not my brother anymore. I feel so heartbroken and lost. I feel abandoned. Lucas haven't you noticed. Your not the same, and I miss my old brother. The one I grew up with. Although we faught you were still the one who i grew to love and always looked forward to seeing, even if you hurt me in a teasing way. You were my brother. I needed you, but you're not here anymore."
"Yeah, I have to tell you something about that," I mumbed, feeling guilty that she never knew this before. I led on a little girl into thinking that I was her dead brother. I felt like such a creep.
I looked down and thought for a second how to word this. She looked at me with her tear soaked eyes, afraid of what may come next. She was so lost and didn't know what to expect.
"I was born seventeen years ago," I started off. She looked at me, confused. "My mother died after giving birth to me. She died to give me life. I appreciate her for that, and she's the most wonderful person that ever exsisted. She wanted me to know one thing, and that was that she loved me. She didn't regret a thing. I was born with the name Ian Oliver Soul. My dad missed her greatly, she was his other half. He was lost in the world and at times I had to fend for myself.
"I was in love with a girl named Aaliya, who was my best friend for the longest time. We soon went steady. She was to me like my mother was to my dad. At times I felt my dad would've traded places with her if he could've. I took Aaliya out one night to go to this fancy resteraunt. While on the way we got stopped by two men, who tried to steal from her. She refused and they held her at gunpoint, and pulled the trigger. I did what was the best for me to do, and I took the bullet for her. That's when I died.
"For some reason I woke up in your brother's body. You don'tknow how much it hurts me to take his place. I didn't want this. I wanted to die and move on to the world in which my mother lived. But I ended up here some how. I feel trapped here, trapped in a body thats not mine, living a life that I can't live. I can't take his place, and I feel so aweful. I saw Aaliya the other day. It murdered me to talk to her and see her so dead inside. I coudln't tell her it was me, I couldn't reach my arms out and hold her.
"This is why I don't seem the same, cause I'm not who you think I am. Lucas and Ian are not the same. I will always be Ian. Your brother is where I want to be. I don't like hurting you, Aaliya, Dylan, Nathan, and my father this way."
She hugged me. "I think I always knew." She started crying and she kept mumbling that it was okay. I didn't feel like it was okay though.