My fingertips slide down the cold, smooth glass as I watch the raindrops fall like the tears on my face. I taste the salt of my tears as I'm bombarded by the reality of what has happened. I can't give up now, she wouldn't have wanted that, although I can practically hear her calling me to come to her.
I feel what she feels and she feels what I feel, we live the same life together, attached. But what will happen now that we're separate?
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Paranormal'I feel what she feels and she feels what I feel, we live the same life together, attached. But what will happen now that we're separate?' A story of two twins, separated by one of their deaths, but always together in heart. Is there a way to get th...
