This was written for Round Five of The DG Forum's 'Battle of the Drabbles' challenge. The prompt is listed at the end.
Divided
They are like two sides of the same coin—so close, yet never able to touch. She can never be more than the inverted image of his soul. Her tears fall in fiery droplets, blanketing the earth in the heat of her rage; his are the ice that freezes and stills, but even then they cannot cry together. They are always divided, always the opposite. When she whispers, he is silent. When he reaches for her, she turns her back.
It is nature. It is balance.
It is all she will ever know, and she hates it.
Inspiration: "The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops."
Word count: 100 words.