I hear her soft breathing as Orla comes and sits next to me. She brings food from the school canteen and passes it over to me. We munch quietly on our food, hoping no one else comes to the field. This is our safe space, where we can be ourselves. We're not very good at that around other people.
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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...
