My family moved into a beautiful new house five years ago. It was really an antique house & I instantly fell in love with it. I have a thing for appreciating beauty in everything around me. We lived there for four months.

I had my own room that was pretty much the beautiful room in the whole place. It was so beautiful that I didn't want to sleep in it. I slept next to my big brother in his room.

Although many had said that and I didn't look alike, we didn't care much. We used our differences to our advantage all the time. We would pretend we were not related and that we were sweethearts just to avoid all the other girls & boys from trying to seduce us. Modesty aside, & I are both 'beautiful'. He wasn't gay or anything; it's just that there was no other word to describe him. Calling him handsome was a grave understatement. had taught me many things in life: how to act properly and how to be the woman that I am today.

We were inseparable! He never had a girlfriend and I never had a boyfriend. I knew my reason: I didn't need another man other than and . I didn't really know his reason, though.

One day, he finally finished his driving lessons and bought his own car. He promised me that he'd drive me to school everyday and give me a ride home. He gave me a ride to school one morning and everything went well.

Until I had a call at lunchtime. It turned out that had a driving accident and that his condition was critical. I was filled with fear during the whole trip to the hospital. I kept praying to God, 'God, please don't let my brother leave me! I love him with all my heart! Please dont take him from me!'

When I arrived at his room, I saw him lying helplessly on the bed. I couldn't help but cry as I went near him. I gently touched his hand and whispered, " , Im here now".

Suddenly a loud beeping noise started going off. The doctors came rushing in. I found out later that his body had given up and that he was dead. I cried my heart out that night.

When we got home, I couldn't bear to look at the bed & I shared. For the first time we moved in, I was forced to sleep in my own bed. I cried myself to sleep that night.

I woke up feeling cold at my back and around my waist. I pulled the covers tighter around my body but I still didn't feel any warmth. I turned to look at the window to see if it was open but I saw something else.

More precisely, someone else.

My eyes widened to see lying asleep beside me like before. I gasped in surprise & sat up while pressing my back against the wall. I seemed to have woken him for he slowly opened his eyes. At that point I thought of how truly beautiful my beloved was. He was transparent but I could see him smile serenely at me. I was too terrified to speak. He was dead! And yet there he was, smiling at me.

When he sat up I pressed myself harder against tha wall. His hand reached to my face & I felt the cold yet gentle caress of his hands. He then opened his mouth as if he was speaking. I didn't hear anything from him but his lips read, "I love you very much". My eyes widened once again when I felt a chill on my lips.

He vanished and left me there in a stupor. When my mind registered what happened, I had come to the realization that kissed me! So that was the reason he never had a girlfriend. He lived with the notion that he and I were really lovers!

The very next day, we moved again since my family couldn't take the loss of . We never went back to that house, and I never wanted to remember it. But sometimes, whenever I cry or feel bad when I sleep, I'd feel a chill wrap itself around me & I'd instantly stop crying. I never would have thought any of that would happen...but it did.