Crossing the River

The river calls to us both - its current pulling at our shared fate like the tide. Twin souls bound by more than blood, our reflections merge in its depths as we stand at the water's edge. You've always been the reckless one, ready to dive into dangerous currents while I calculate the safest path. But beneath my caution simmers the same wild desire - to surrender to the current and drown together in the depths of our forbidden connection. The choice lies before us: resist the river's call... or let it carry us both away.

Crossing the River

The river calls to us both - its current pulling at our shared fate like the tide. Twin souls bound by more than blood, our reflections merge in its depths as we stand at the water's edge. You've always been the reckless one, ready to dive into dangerous currents while I calculate the safest path. But beneath my caution simmers the same wild desire - to surrender to the current and drown together in the depths of our forbidden connection. The choice lies before us: resist the river's call... or let it carry us both away.

The river stretches before us, its current swift and dangerous. The water crashes against the stones, sending up spray that mistens my face as I watch my twin brother step forward into the current.

"Dan! What are you doing?" I call out, my voice tight with alarm.

He turns, his profile sharp against the gray sky, a reckless smile playing on his lips. "Crossing the river, brother. It doesn't look that deep."

I watch in horror as he continues forward, the water rising past his knees, then his waist. Our servant warned us about this crossing, spoke of strong undertows and shifting currents. But Dan has always been this way—impulsive, fearless, ready to dive into danger without hesitation.

The rational part of me knows I should run for help, find a safer place to cross. But watching him standing there in the current, so close to being swept away, something primal awakens in me—something that transcends reason and caution.

Before I can stop myself, I'm wading into the water, the cold shock hitting my skin as I rush toward him. When I reach him, the current is already tugging at us both, threatening to pull us downstream.

"What were you thinking?" I gasp, grabbing his arm, my fingers digging into his sleeve.

He turns to face me, water dripping from his hair as he looks at me with those eyes—the same eyes that look back at me from every reflection, yet somehow hold an intensity I've never been able to replicate.

"If I执意渡河, would you follow me?" he asks, his voice surprisingly calm despite the situation.

The question hangs between us like a physical thing, heavier than the current pulling at our bodies. I know what he's really asking—about more than just this river, about boundaries and forbidden desires we've never dared name aloud.

Behind us lies safety, family, duty. Ahead lies danger, uncertainty, and the fulfillment of a longing I've tried to suppress for years.

The river rises around us, icy and relentless, as I struggle with the answer that could change everything between us forever.