Macey
They were all tall and handsome and their hair was the same colour and they mostly dressed the same and even if they weren't dressed the same, their mannerisms were the same and it was so hard to tell them apart.
It had taken me several embarrassing days to learn who was who.
The first week alone, I accidentally called Jariel "Abriel" six times. I even called Uriel "Jariel" once.
The silence that followed had been painful.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"You've known us for weeks."
"You all have the same face!"
"No, we don't," the three of them said together.
That only proved my point.
But with time, I learnt that the eldest, Uriel, was the quiet one. He rarely spoke and he seemed to observe more than he spoke.
Jariel, the middle one, was the talkative one. He would speak f
