It had been 623 days since I last saw my twin brother, Cody Martin, or whatever his last name is now. We were only 13 when we last saw each other, but I guess when people come willing to adopt teenage boys, it was a price we had to pay. Even so, everyday I think about him. People say it's hard to lose your brother, but even more so when he was your twin. With the combination of losing my brother, and my best friend all in one, just a few weeks after our parents died, no wonder depression began to consume me.

I guess it's all in the past now. After all that's happened, you could say I'm quite lucky. My new family loves me as if I was one of them. My little sister is annoying, but I guess they all are. Even if they can't relate directly to what I've been through, they have always been there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. They aren't my true mom or dad, and we all know that. We don't try to pretend that we are related by blood either. It's just easier this way.

With my new life friends and family, it sometimes seems so tempting to forget about the past, but I know they wouldn't want that. Mom did everything she could to raise us right, but even when we disobeyed, she loved us unconditionally. My new mom, Victoria is the same, but it's still Carey's voice in my head warning me whenever I do something bad. Even though I didn't see Dad much, he was still so much fun to be around. He was the fun parent; that was for sure. All those good times we shared will forever be in my memories. It's not like Bruce is a bad father, but he isn't like Kurt. One of these days, I might be able to let go of them, but not yet. I have to keep my promise to Cody.

"I guess this is the last time we will see each other," I said.

"For a while maybe, but I'm sure we will meet again," my brother responded.

"How long though?"

"It's hard to say, with my family moving to Indiana soon and yours is staying here."

"I know."

"Promise me one thing though.

"What?"

"We will never forget each other."

"I promise. I won't forget you Cody."

That was the last time I saw him. I've tried several times to find him, but it seems like his family moves so often, that it's impossible. Each day I make sure to remember how long it has been since our final goodbye. Before my mind drifts to sleep, I make another mark on a notepad. Six pages, two rows and three marks. 623 days.

As I climb into bed, I wonder, will my dreams once again be filled with my old family. It seems like that's all they are. My mind keeps wishing that I could see them one last time. In my dreams, I'm always so happy that they are there and when I first awake, I keep thinking it's still real, but then reality brings me back down. Why can't just one of these dreams be real?

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A/N: I came up with this idea in a dream last night, and thought it was worth writing down. This first chapter is really short, but it just introduces the plot. Please review telling me what you think of this, or if you have ideas for where this will go. Thanks.