More than enough

"Adeline, your doing it again." Sawyer whispered to my ear as i regained focus on reality. Reality would be nothing but a hellish reminder of what happened almost three years ago, if it wasnt for Chandler. Chandler was my beautiful star that zoned me back in on what was important in my life. She unconciously reminded me everyday that Sawyer and myself were her stability in life. Sawyer was my twin brother, we shared the same bluish green eyes and the tan skin. He had his own lucious brown hair that had a red tint in the sunlight. He was strongly built with muscly arms and firmly shaped abs that were seen if he wore a tight shirt. We were eighteen and Chandler was two. Chandler. I adored her too much, her sleek golden blonde hair was identical to mine and we almost had the same birthmark, a tatto like mark just above our hips. She had different eyes though. Hers were like the birth stone Topaz, with just a hint more than the natural amout of yellow, dashed with sprinkles of brown. She had her father's eyes. Even though, undoubtably, she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, it killed me to see them daily. I had burned my stare deep into those same eyes before, about two years and eleven months ago to be exactly on the dot. I hate to recall the memory but it is so vivid in my mind that i play it back unconciously.