Her heart would beat fast, her arms would tingle, her eyes would sting
It occurred at random moments
While she was sitting on the floor, drinking coffee, reading a book
It approached quickly and passed slowly
The sensation, the truth
They were on the same wave length.
What she was thinking was apparent to him.
And his thoughts to her.
When they were apart.
From a distance.
Across a city.
And he knew.
He knew that she knew what he was feeling, thinking, wanting.
At the very moment he felt it, thought it, wanted it.
When they were apart.
From a distance.
Across a city.
And she knew.
That he would take a step back, so she'd take a step forward.
From the very moment he felt it to the minute he expressed it.
She was prepared to hear what she already knew.
They shared the very same gift:
intuition.
clairvoyance.
They were on the same wavelength.
Synesthesets.
It could only lead to destruction, and with time it would.
Too alike, yet all too different.
He was blessed with a sixth sense, she with cognition.
Together they were fatal, they both knew too much.
So alike, but so very different.
Their empathy would never be enough
But she hoped and he tried
But sometimes,
sometimes,
things just don't fit.
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