She sat alone in her dimly lit room, fingers tracing little swirls on the table as she thought. "Maybe I can find out what I am," she whispered to herself, frustration twisting her voice. "I hate this part of me."
She reached for the necklace hanging around her neck, feeling the cool metal press against her fingers. It was from someone she barely remembered, someone important, like it held all the answers she needed. But every time she thought she was close, those answers felt like they slipped away. "I want to see what the future holds," she muttered, a spark of determination lighting up her thoughts.
Closing her eyes, she tried to picture him—this person who seemed to have the missing pieces of herself, the part she couldn't figure out alone. "He holds the answers... if only I could reach him," she whispered, hoping maybe this time, the universe would hear her.
The room felt still, and she looked toward the window, feeling the night stretch out in front of her. Somewhere, he was out there. She was sure of it. Her heart beat faster, like it somehow knew. "I have to find myself," she whispered to the empty room. "He's out there... somewhere."
