Sixth Sense
She sat curled against the couch, thoughts drifting to the woman she still loved. Even when they were apart, she could feel it, the spark they still had. It didn't matter if they weren't speaking at the moment; it was still buried deep within them. Feeling that sensation, that inner longing, ate at her every day. It was the magic that connected them, the magic that had torn them apart.
As she sat there, she only hoped that Tara felt it too; that extra sense that existed, just for the other. It was something special, their sixth sense.
