My brother and I were fraternal twins, or to put more specifically non-identical siblings who happened to have share the same womb.
Yet for all that differentiates us, even we managed to develop the familiar twin telepathic bond that plagued so many books and movies.
Granted it was nothing impressive as Estebe and I could only transmit a few words between each other every so often, so we mainly used our gift for nonsensical games.
Despite it, our lives were pretty normal.... Until he disappeared.
As our parents and the police search desperately, I was bombarded with Estebe's frantic messages.
*Dark. Cold. Scared. Fear. Help. Ivar, help me. Dark*
I couldn't get him to think straight, to tell me where he is, or how to help. He just blabbered more and more nonsense with each waking hour until I finally broke and told him to shut up.
Estebe stopped talking, and two days later we received his mangled corpse on our doorstep.
I still lived in guilt for all these years. Suddenly I heard him call to me once again.
*I'm home, Ivar*
Something wasn't quite right with his voice as it seemed to be quite raspy and echoed within itself. That was when I realized that he wasn't speaking telepathically.