I find her lying under the maple tree; I always know where she is. With her eyes closed and her skin looking so pale almost bluish, she looks like she had left me behind. I take nothing for granted now that my powers are fading, I quicken my steps till I am looking down at her.
Hmm... she is resting but not asleep. The rapid movement of her closed eyelids tells me she is not at peace. She can't be. Not after what I'd told her last night - if she could look into my soul, she would see I am as much a rack as she is. What nightmares have I weaved in her dreams?
She opens her eyes and I hold my breath. She gazes at me not with a look of repulsion, but of curiousity tinged with ... dare I hope - acceptance?
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