Here is the secret: Sebastian Hart was not the Evil Twin.
True, he had claimed to be the Evil Twin many times in the heat of speculative conversation, but this was more a part of a larger effort to mythologize himself than anything else. So here it is, the Truth laid out on the table, waiting for the hammer to fall and nail it down tight...he was not the Evil Twin. He had never been the Evil Twin, and he wasn't even sure if the Evil Twin existed in the first place.
But here is another secret: it did exist.
It was not an exact doppelganger, for to be one would have defeated its purpose. To the worldly eye, it was superior to Sebastian in many ways. It was thinner with shorter hair and more fashionable clothes. It could play the guitar and sing better; it wrote better songs. It faithfully posted on its web journal at least every other day, and it never had to resort to sensationalism or outright lies in order to gain readership. It had more friends than Sebastian, and it had been on more dates. It never got tongue-tied. It never went out of its way to offend people. It never embarrassed itself.
Truly, a cursory glance at the Evil Twin would have probably led one to believe that it was actually not the Evil Twin, especially if one knew of Good Twin Sebastian and all his flaws and foibles. But make no mistake, it was most certainly the Evil Twin. It was the Evil Twin because unlike Sebastian, it actually knew of its counterpart and used this knowledge to siphon for itself all the good things that should not have come its way. And the Good Twin, his vigilance blunt as a beach ball and his goodness now in question, was left to wonder why he felt so inadequate.
So here is the final secret: the fault lay with the Good Twin.
True, he had claimed to be the Evil Twin many times in the heat of speculative conversation, but this was more a part of a larger effort to mythologize himself than anything else. So here it is, the Truth laid out on the table, waiting for the hammer to fall and nail it down tight...he was not the Evil Twin. He had never been the Evil Twin, and he wasn't even sure if the Evil Twin existed in the first place.
But here is another secret: it did exist.
It was not an exact doppelganger, for to be one would have defeated its purpose. To the worldly eye, it was superior to Sebastian in many ways. It was thinner with shorter hair and more fashionable clothes. It could play the guitar and sing better; it wrote better songs. It faithfully posted on its web journal at least every other day, and it never had to resort to sensationalism or outright lies in order to gain readership. It had more friends than Sebastian, and it had been on more dates. It never got tongue-tied. It never went out of its way to offend people. It never embarrassed itself.
Truly, a cursory glance at the Evil Twin would have probably led one to believe that it was actually not the Evil Twin, especially if one knew of Good Twin Sebastian and all his flaws and foibles. But make no mistake, it was most certainly the Evil Twin. It was the Evil Twin because unlike Sebastian, it actually knew of its counterpart and used this knowledge to siphon for itself all the good things that should not have come its way. And the Good Twin, his vigilance blunt as a beach ball and his goodness now in question, was left to wonder why he felt so inadequate.
So here is the final secret: the fault lay with the Good Twin.
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