I slowly approached a lifeless bouquet of tulips, fingertips grazing the dry petals carefully. A gasp fell from my lips when the flowers crumbled to ash with a single touch.
My hands glowed their familiar shade of blue as I continued to walk around my apartment, attempting to bring the flowers back to life, but unable to do so. Instead, they all crumbled to nothing.
If I can involuntarily kill flowers... does that mean I can just as easily kill a person?
The frightening thought flashed through my mind and I collapsed unto a chair. I cradled my head in my hands, confused and unable to think of a plan on how to control my powers. Pursing my lips, I strutted towards my purse and retrieved my phone from its confines. Fingers flew over the screen as I called the one person I knew I could talk to.
"Michael?" My voice came out softly, though it seemed loud in my quiet apartment.
"Estella! Did you like my surprise?" I closed my eyes and envisioned his beaming smile perfectly.
"I did. I loved it." Sighing, I peeked at a burned stem nearby.
"Then why do you sound upset?" Worry coated his words and tugged at the strings on my heart.
"I think it would be better if you saw the problem for yourself." With that, I ended the call. Moments later, Michael appeared before me. Bright blue eyes raked up and down my body, checking to see if I was harmed in any way.
Relief blanketed Michael's angelic features when he concluded that I was in one piece. However, his moment of serenity ended when he saw the piles of ashes and burned stems all over my apartment.
"What happened?" He gaped and took a lone stem in his hands. A wrinkle formed between his brows as he furrowed them.
"I-I don't know. I touched one of the flowers and then I was blinded by some sort of light. All I heard were these whispers about my purpose and, the next thing I know, all of the flowers were... gone." Hands combed themselves through my hair in frustration. "My purpose! I don't even know what I'm going to have for dinner tonight, let alone my purpose in life."
Michael stayed silent and flicked his fingers. Grains of ash swirled high into the air before disappearing, leaving nothing in their wake. Sighing, I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest.
"What's wrong with me, Michael?"
"Nothing's wrong with you." He said, though he wouldn't look me in the eyes. "You're powerful and all that power is fighting to come out of you. These little outbursts are normal."
"Then what was all that talk about my purpose?" Confusion clouded my thoughts and I took in a deep breath.
"I don't know, Estella. It could mean anything." Michael shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I believe something inside of you is encouraging you to dive deeper into your powers, cultivate them until they reach their highest potential."
"Do you really think so?" Sapphire irises rose up to meet mine, finally. Michael nodded his head, silent. "Well, what are we going to do?"
"You'll need to start practicing more, use your powers at least everyday. This way, your powers are given an outlet and won't be suppressed for long periods of time. They will have a smaller chance at triggering an outburst." He paced the floor, ankle boots thumping lightly on the wooden boards.
Michael paused before spinning around with his eyes wide with excitement.
"Grab your things, we're going to my house."
My brows rose in shock at his commanding tone. Nonetheless, I swiftly retrieved my bag and cellphone. Michael watched intently as I locked my apartment door, intertwining my fingers with his as soon as my hands were free.
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Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon
Fanfiction"He was consumed with darkness and I was his anchor, tethering him to the light." ~A story where two souls discover the true meaning of salvation in a corrupt world~
