The white-washed walls give my head a slight ache. Vibrant, stark white lights make every pore visible on my face through the mirror.

I sit in a small, metal chair, the coldness numbing my fingers. I know why I am here, why I am being watched.

Yesterday, I made the mistake of going out of the house, making myself open to the arms of the agents that have made it clear they want me.

I do hold ver...

"Disappointing..."

That was the last thing you said to me. I tried to speak to you before you left, but you remained silent.

Why?

What have I done to you? Surely, I could've not wounded you as you did to me!

You professed your love to me, promised to always talk and be there, and then you disappear into a dreadful silence.

Have you no clue the agony you've caused?

My heart refuses to beat profoun...

I stare at the beautiful man cloaked in the silver moonlight smiling while waiting for me to speak.

"Are you the man that answers wishes?" I ask hesitantly, fidgeting with my fingers.

The man smiles and responds in a smooth, luring voice, "I do something quite like that. What do you wish for, Aurelia?"

I take a deep breath and repeat the words I've practiced many times over. "I wish to be strong...