The Power Of Two

The Power Of Two

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"You're not only telling me that I have powers, but that I have a...soulmate of some sort!" I said, placing my elbows on the table and my heads in my hands. "I know it's a lot to process honey." " A lot to process, how do I even find this person!" " You don't. That's the thing, there's only one pair every century that finds each other because it's so impossible." " So what's so great about it." " If you find this person it's like you connect in way no one else can. Your hearts beat the same, you can feel when the other is in pain and their emotions, you understand each other easily without speaking, and your powers are twice as strong." " So it's like having the power of two?" "That's exactly what it is....and why it's so very hard to find."
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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