There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away. Things that bring upon memories and pain of living without her twin. A nightmare in which she struggles to scream but finds no strength in her voice. The things she chooses not to remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the world turns a bleak grey and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. There are words you have saved up for her but it will go unspoken. Late one night the telephone will ring, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken. You will be left standing in the darkness wondering if you were dreaming.

Someone will tell you she is doing well. You will see an old random picture of her and touch her face.

Several years later, from you car, you will see someone at the train station who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you stop to turn back around. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

- philoism