Spare My Heart
My heart was still beating.
Thump.
It was steady and strong.
This time, I could finally live for myself.
That evening, I returned to my apartment. Using part of the compensation money, I'd rented a small apartment near school.
I sat at my desk and opened my journal.
I flipped to the first page. The original entry was still there.
[Ability: By touching someone's skin, I can see visions of that person's future (three to five seconds, fragmented). Cost: Every use causes a nosebleed and short-term memory loss. I must record every vision, or I'll forget it.]