The Sibyl

It should have just been a brief love story, cut far shorter than was fair. To Elvira, it felt like the veins running through her heart were fractures, evidence of her pain.
Nothing could bring him back. That's how life is: you loved, you lost, you move on.

Oh, if only.
If only her story had ended there.

The problem is, nothing was ever simple for Elvira. Even losing the love of her life wasn't cut-and-dry. It was bad enough that her peculiar "gift" had reared its ugly head the very moment she realized his importance to her. But now, that thing that made her feel equal parts a freak and a lunatic had awakened fully. The "gift" had strengthened exponentially since John's death and now there was little she could do but follow the trail it was leading her on.

Elvira wasn't the kind to put up a fight, but this time around she'd lost too much to give up without one.