The Twin

Standing in the shadow of reluctance. Waiting for his turn. He smiles with vanity, that lopsided grin. He knows he'll win. Eventually, you'll give in. That's what he's always known. He's always had the upper hand. He waits and waits. True, some days he waits longer than he should, but that's the price he's willing to pay. For what is more fulfilling than taking over the soul of his saviour? What's more captivating than surrendering to his own whims?
You look at him and shake your head. The smile you give doesn't reach your eyes. It's sad and lonely, full of regret. You rest your gaze on his silhouette. You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face. You want to tell him that he's never won. You move your lips to try and speak, then stop to think. You always crack, just when you're ahead.
He takes one step. You take two. You let him in, just like you always do.
You relinquish your resentment, and smile his lopsided grin.
With blurred vision, no one can even tell, who's him, and who's you.
You let him stutter and laugh away. But you know deep down, his confidence has gone astray. That lurking presence was only a show. Once more he's lost, once more you've won. You let him do exactly what you want. That gleam in his eyes is a match to your own.
You close your eyes, and embrace your reunion.
And you willingly succumb to your beloved twin.