You Can't Catch the Wind

I like my name, despite the fact that half the people I meet can't pronounce it properly. It's Esen Ayaz, and I think that it suits me quite nicely. Esen actually means 'wind' in Turkish, exactly what one would describe me as if they knew me. I'm eighteen years old, living alone and I prefer the peaceful life, one where my name isn't know by all. In fact, other than my parents, I mostly just talk to my best friends Zara and Daphne. The two know all my secrets, like the fact that I'm wearing a special ring to hide myself from a certain someone. The ring is meant to hide the power of the red string of fate, and thank god for that. The wind is not meant to be bound to anyone or anything, it's supposed to be a free, nameless entity. One that you can hear whistling through the grass, yet never really be able to tell the sound of its voice nor the look of its face. That's why I love my name, because you can't catch the wind.