Death. Itâ€™s that quiet whisper in the dark. Itâ€™s the crunching of metal in car crashes. Itâ€™s the tranquil passing in oneâ€™s sleep. Mostly though, Death is personal. And right now, itâ€™s coming right into view, darting between people as they are tending to their daily lives. Fading in and out as people wander to and fro, using their Bluetooth devices with no care in the world to everyone around them.<br/><br/>Thatâ€™s not the oddball thing though, the oddball thing is it appears that there are twins amongst the crowd, but no one seems to notice the one. The one coming closer and closer, moving around and seemingly through, people as it made itâ€™s way towards the one that the crowd parts ways around like a rock in the water. Constantly fading and flickering, as if shadows were upon it or the twin was really a ghostly apparition.<br/><br/>When finally noticed by the other twin, the imposter twin appeared dressed identical, everything was the same, down to the very last hair follicle. Perfection was visible in plain daylight, eerie and creepy, but perfection nonetheless.<br/><br/>â€œPeople say that everyone has a twin, do you believe in coincidences?â€ The imposter gave a slight smile, â€œI doâ€¦â€