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That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

I might have the perfect idea after this scandalous situation. "I thought of something we can do for the project," I say, still looking at the front. "Have you ever watched Beauty and the Beast?" I glance at him from the corner of my eye and he nods his head. He leans closer, his hands resting on his thighs. "That flower, with the falling petals. We could make a rose. A petal can float in the air, like the wind blowing the petal, for everyone who left our life. For everyone that died, a petal will lay on the ground. Just black and white," I say and finally turn my head to look back at him.

We all watched and soon Kali urged us to stand up and follow the petals as they flowed down the stream. The petals danced, swirling and criss-crossing each other elegantly but never touching. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. Niylah smiled at me as we watched the petals flow down with grace. The winds soon began to pick up and something blew across my cheek. It was a split second and then I saw it: a blue petal.

The petals stretched gently toward the sun, carrying a single message: [Little fox, you must be happy.]

But now, it was just nerves on the verge of failure. Still, he walked up to Stacy, holding out the bouquet as he said mildly, "Happy Valentine's Day, Stacy." Stacy held his gaze without looking at the flowers, and as he looked on, pulled out her phone and dialed a number, still looking into his eyes as she said, "Hello. There's someone flying drones without a permit on the beach. Please assist us in the removal." Martin heard every word, and his hands were left hanging in the air, still holding Stacy's gaze but finally feeling the bone-cutting chill in her gaze.

“I’m acting out?” “Chloe saw that you couldn’t join us, so she specifically tried to share the photos to make you feel included. Who exactly are you throwing a tantrum at? “You’re the one who insisted on coming to Iceland in the first place. We flew all the way out here to keep you company, and now you turn around and flip over nothing. “Seraphina Winters, can you grow up and be a little reasonable for once?” I stared at him, utterly stunned. “That’s enough.” Chloe walked into the room out of nowhere, gently pulling on Valen’s sleeve. “Valen, stop talking. It’s my fault anyway…”

She spreads her arms wide and the cloud bursts—rain falls in sheets. “Water,” she calls over her shoulder. I grab the pool, swap in the dandelions. The wind test is harder when everything’s wet. But Freya doesn’t flinch. She stands, focuses, and releases her power into the air. The rain cuts off instantly. A wind stirs. No windows. No vents. Just power. The breeze picks up, drying the dandelions. One by one, their tufts detach, dancing around the room before settling neatly back on their stems.

"Egredere et saltare mecum." In response, a soft breeze began to stir, caressing my face and rustling my hair. I fluttered my eyes open, revealing their vibrant magical hue, I extended my fingers towards the sky. The wind obeyed my command, swirling around me in a playful dance. Giggling with delight, I twirled on the spot. The wind followed my every movement, spinning faster and faster until it formed a miniature cyclone around me. Leaves and petals lifted from the ground, swirling in a mesmerizing display of nature's power.

“The moonpetal’s defense mechanism is potent. It shows you your deepest fear, makes it real enough to stop your heart.” “How am I supposed to pick them without touching them?” I asked. She handed me a cloth that seemed to be woven from moonbeams and some sort of silk. “Wrap your hand in this. It will protect you from the worst of the visions, though you’ll still feel some effects. You need three petals. No more, no less. Take them from three different flowers.” I wrapped the cloth around my hand, testing its strange texture. It felt like nothing and everything at once, substantial but weightless.