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There's a common belief that identical twins can read each others' thoughts. They're joined at the hip, seem to know exactly what the other one will do, and regularly switch places, just to annoy parents, teachers, and any other authority figure who has trouble telling them apart.
That's what it's like for Mia and I. I'm the older, by all of ten minutes. She and I have been inseperable all of our lives. And while we're physically identical, there are a few personality differences. She's more outgoing then I am. I'm a bit more of a tech geek. Still, when we want to, we get to trading places, taking each others' classes, wearing the others' clothing... and no one's the wiser.
The bond we have... I can't explain it. It's something different then how it is with siblings who aren't twins. And it's deeper then the friendships we have. In some ways, I'm closer to her then I could ever be to a lover.
And now she's dead.
I was in class... and she was in a mall in Tel Aviv. There was a suicide bomber. She was one of sixteen people murdered by a suicide bomber who decided to take as many civilians with her as she could.
Before I even heard the news, I felt that something was wrong. And I knew that something had happened to Mia. I just can't believe it's this. I can't believe she's dead.
How can I go on alone? The other half of my soul is gone. My sister... my closest, dearest friend... my Mia. She's dead. I can't go on without her. Life without her in it... is unthinkable.
Me again. When I visualize Eden, I can see her in the actress Anna Silk.
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