Only a blow away. That's what she promised me. Just one blow. I remember her face as she said that. She seemed so delicate, so young, Yet so much is changed. Its almost as if she has been re-birthed into a world of torture and pain, and it now shows. She has thick seedy lines under her sleep deprived eyes, she walks with an alert tension and what used to be a wide smile and deep green eyes looking at you, has been re placed with a ever lasting frown. And though her eyes are still a misty green, if you look behind that glasly cover you can see her minds dark thoughts lurking behind black clouds. I blame myself, I should have been there when she fell, I should have been there for her. I should have been there when she blew for me. But my powers failed me, I was simply not strong enough. I can almost see the existence of this world blowing around me right before my eyes. As if a child has blown a wishing flower and is watching the seeds scatter wround them, hoping there wish will come true.. Why we were born with this power? Is an unkown answer, that would be my wish, that is what i hope to know. I wonder if she feels the same? has anything changed? We get to see each other only when our powers call on each other. Is there anyone else like us ? We want to know, we simply crave thee idea of there being a thrid one of us, of there being a number three. These are the thoughts are the ones that haunt me, taught me, make my mind scream. All I want? Is to see her. To put the smile back on her fragile face, to mend her spirt and to save her thoughts. But for this I need something, to be srtronger, I need a number three.
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