Just ‘cause.

Why him, they ask? Not out of spite; just pure curiosity.

Because his hands fit mine perfectly.

Because his mind recognises mine like an organ he’s always been missing.

Because his scars match mine flawlessly.

Because he is him and I am me and together we’re the perfect we.

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