“As far as I could remember, me and my brother were each other's half. If he went away for a long time, I'd feel numb, empty and nothing would motivate me; yet these feelings would vanish the second he was besides me again. We talked about this once. He swore to me that there'd always been something at the back of his head, a sort of whispering sound. He said that he always knew when I felt upset, angry or sad - even when I acted cool and nonchalant. I wasn't surprised by that because I felt the same feeling countless times... it's like a kind of connection, a thread linking us both together in the most beautiful, sophisticated way possible. It was strange but alluring nevertheless. There was something about both of us pulling the other in his own orbit and neither wanted that to be weaken
