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THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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“You mean, your home from the Outside?”
“What?” Mark frowned, but then, as if he understood without Eduardo telling him, he nodded. “Yeah. Outside.” There was something heavy in his voice as he turned away from Eduardo stiffly.
Oh, Eduardo thought, feeling ashamed of himself. He reminded Mark of the obvious difference between them. Mark was real and Eduardo wasn’t.
But then something warm wrapped around his hand, and Eduardo realized that it was Mark’s hand. Mark’s shoulder bumped against his. Mark’s hand was cold, but the grasp on his hand was steady and strong, as if his grip could somehow anchor Eduardo into something solid and real.
Eduardo squeezed his hand back. He wanted to be real too.
***
Mark’s home was a bright and airy place. Mark showed Eduardo to a room with a large window facing the backyard sitting beneath a blue, cloudless California sky. When the wind blew the thin yellow curtains fluttered like sheets of sunlight.
“You can have this bedroom,” Mark said.
“It’s,” Eduardo swallowed, eyes tracing the white linen of the large bed and the high ceiling and the soft carpet and the afternoon light filtering though the glass. “It’s….”
“It’s yours,” said Mark.
“It’s mine?” Suddenly it was very difficult to look at Mark because his eyes were stinging. It was his. This room was his.
"Yes."
His.
***
Eduardo asked Mark for color pencils. Mark bought a set for him, one with hundred of colors squeezed in one box.
Eduardo took them and drew colorful balloons on his walls.
***
Mark spent most of his time in his home office. Mark said Eduardo was free to wander around the house however he wanted.
After a few days of exploration, Eduardo finally decided to walk into Mark’s office. It was dark. The curtains and the windows were shut.
“Why am I here?” asked Eduardo. He was grateful that Mark came for him, but this freedom wasn’t his. He wasn’t a real person. He didn’t deserve to see the Outside world with his own eyes.
“I’m not an Original,” Eduardo whispered softly. “I’m not supposed to be here. And you’re not my Original.”
“No, I am not,” Mark nodded, the laptop light illuminated his small form hunching over the office desk with a cool blue.
“Where is my Original?” asked Eduardo. “Does he…does he need…” Does he need me to complete him?
Mark paused. The room fell into an eerie silence without the steady sound of typing. “No, he did not.”
“Oh,” Eduardo said, shuffling his feet.
“Eduardo,” Mark said, and Eduardo looked up at Mark, who refused to meet his eyes. “The other Eduardo,” Mark clarified. “He’s….” Mark took a breath, as if it was physically painful for him to think about this.
“He’s dead,” Mark lifted his chin as if the gesture would give him more courage to withstand the weight of his words. “It was a really bad car accident. There was nothing the doctors could do. He left all of his possessions to me in his will. That is why you are here.”
“Oh,” was all Eduardo could manage. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to say.
What was he supposed to say when he realized that his purpose in life was to replace someone else?
Eduardo was as replaceable here as he was before.
“I am here to replace him?”
Mark stared.
He chuckled sadly. “No. You are not here to replace Eduardo.”
Before Eduardo could say anything, Mark continued. “Because Eduardo is irreplaceable.”
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oh, mark!
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seriously, this is incredibly gorgeous and so sad and i just want more!
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