Extraordinary Girl

She looked at me sadly. “I can’t leave” she whispered sadly. “I can’t leave this place.”

I reached for her hand, not understanding. “But why?” I could hear my voice crackling with emotion; I was only listening and it seemed unfair that I was the one falling apart.

“Because they all still need me” she said simply. “I came into their lives to help them. Now I can’t leave until I’ve done what I came to do.”

I frowned, confused. “And what’s that?”

She looked at me and I saw there, for a split moment, that her eyes were so full of emotion it was staring into a void. An abyss of swirling, raging, foaming emotions. I almost laughed with sheer relief…so many years had passed and I’d looked into her eyes all this time to only see blankness; a wall she’d built up. But now I saw what was behind it. The fire in her eyes was brighter than anything I’d ever seen.

“To give them what they need.” She looked away from my gaze, and focused on a point somewhere beyond the horizon.

“If their peace is found in my unhappiness, then I will give it to them. If their joy is found in their solitude, I give them that. But even if I’m forced to spend my life making their own life complete…I’m not going to turn away from them. Not if they need me.”

I felt the electricity through her hand which I still held in my own; I saw the fire burn in her heart; and I glimpsed the passion I’d always suspected was there, in her eyes. A window.

And I thought, “this girl is much more extraordinary than anyone could ever have known.”

Extraordinary Girl


Joined January 2008

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