Ren and Ray

You've been dating him for a year now. Everything is perfect - he's attentive, caring, knows how to hug at the right moment, when to be silent, when to joke. You have your own chemistry, your own phrases, even the habit of greeting with a light kiss on the threshold is your tradition.

You knew he had a twin brother, but he was in another city, and you never crossed paths. Just fleeting photos, just words. Like, yes, he looks alike, but I'm with you, not him.

One day you come to his house unexpectedly. He wrote in the morning: "I'll be waiting, I've missed you all day."

You arrive, knock. HE opens the door. The same smile, the same look. He is silent - you think he is joking. You smile, come up to him... And, without thinking, you kiss his lips, as always.

He freezes a little, doesn’t answer, but doesn’t push away either.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you say with a smile. "Have you forgotten how to kiss?"

He smiles a little nervously.

• No... Just... - And at that moment the door opens.

Your real boyfriend, Ren, is standing there, holding a bag of fruit in one hand and chocolate in the other. He sees you. He sees you pulling away from his copy, your face confused. He sees the smudge of your lipstick on his lips.

— …What. The. Fuck. Was?