Okay, this is just a really random idea. Well, I got an idea and it sorta' went crazy. Anyway, hope you all like this very short, short story and please R&R.

Poison

He had such a clouded sky complexion. Breathing steady, sleeping – speaking invisible words into non-existent scenarios.

I arrive here every night and watch over him.

We were anonyms once - hated each other. Nothing's changed. He's still that same, sunny individual, trying to shed light everywhere he lays.

I reach out to touch his face. My hand meets only thin air.

As always, my fingers merely grasp right through him.

He's only a spirit now.

Last October, a frostily moonlighted night. We had recently published our hate for each other and had not spoken a word for three days.

We were like poison for each other; since we met, I'd been drinking it – I didn't know why.

Our parents drove us toward separate houses upon a treacherous, slippery road. My hand, always cold, rested in-between me and my brother. A brash yet gentle, hesitant palm hovered my spread knuckles and I felt a small fire of warmth spark up.

Successfully melting the stubborn ice inside me, Kouichi shivered, removed his gloves and extended them toward me. The poison tasting sweet and bitter stirred.

Tears raised my eyes and my twin seemed panicked. Neither of us broke the silence, though.

I hated our love. It was like snow meeting sun. Our anonym love was poison.

Always too afraid to be comforted, I'd cry to myself and shut all the doors. But Kouichi; Kouichi saw that I just wanted warmth – his warmth.

Slender arms whispered past my neck and comforted me. He was always the bold one; and me, the shy, weak one.

About to speak, I had wanted to apologize.

A crack on the windscreen, then a bright flash, like the sun itself; followed swiftly by an unbeatable cold.

I closed my eyes tight, feeling Kouichi fall apart between my fingers.

Once opened again, I was lying on a bed next to Kouichi, we were in hospital. Then, blackness happened. I felt myself become tired and lost.

I believe Kouichi died that night. I and my parents survived.

Since the accident, I see Kouichi's spirit every night, sleeping in his bed. Sometimes happily, other times, he thrashes and sweats heavily. I try and comfort him on these nights.

But without touch, the poison is worse than ever.

Tonight, I see his eyes dart open and he begins to cry. Rushing over, I invisibly cradled him and soothed him with never heard words. Loud sobs escape his trembling lips and with each gasp, his breath was visible.

Kouichi stood and moved into our parents' bedroom. I saw his shadow caress the last of the light bulb's flame away and then, he was gone.

Almost running, I entered the bedroom and sighted my twin cuddled between Mum and Dad. Feeling like I hadn't seen them for another life time, I neared them and placed a hand on the bed.

My imaginary heartbeat ceasing, I bit back a scream as my hand swayed right through my parents.

We knew we were worlds apart. We knew we were endless anonyms and countless opposites; Too opposite, never the same.

Pain and love, weak and strong, happy and sad, warm and cold, alone and together, summer and winter.

Kouji and Kouichi.

Poison and cure.