"There was nothing spectacular about the way we looked or dressed. Always synchronising in our usual basic colours or the occasional bright yellows and reds, we didn’t aim to stand out from the crowd. In fact, the best days were the ones when we each coincindentally wore different shades of the same colour; usually black. But there was something intrinsically whimsical about the aura that formed when our spiked halos merged. People stared. People envied. People wanted the two friends I had. But I was never going to give them up. We clung to each other and twisted and bent and grew like forest vines. I need them. I need them to tell you my story. Our story."
To be continued..