shentiments
Superpowers sound exciting-reading minds, controlling objects, traveling through time. People call them gifts. Miracles. Blessings.
But what if your power only brings death?
My name is Megan, and everything I touch withers and dies. Flowers rot in seconds. Skin turns cold beneath my fingertips. No matter how strong, rich, or untouchable you are, once I lay a hand on you... it's over.
Some call me cursed. Others call me a monster.
Maybe they're right.