We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.

He is only fifteen! Does she really think he is prepared for marriage, especially with his intellectual range of a teacup?

We laughed as we ducked behind a pile of snow. Then our brothers came charging through the barrier, sending the four of us sliding down a white slope full of cherished memories.

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.