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Anna.

The miscarriage has bound us together, made us into a single being.

We are happy. That is what I have learned, that we can enjoy life, despite the inevitable grief that comes with it.

So he continues healing, in a larger scale than before. Humans from all around the world begin to flock to him – paralyzed children, deaf women, wounded soldiers, they all adore him.

And he teaches about God, about love, and he never lets me out of his sight.

I will not let the darkness that he brings me overcome. He must never know that he is the reason why I am sometimes sadder than I have ever been. It would break him. He believes – erroneously – that what happened was an accident, nothing more.

And I have promised Vladimir never to set foot on the roof again.

Vladimir.

Healing others brings me a joy I had never thought I could experience, and not just because of the magic I wield. It is the sense of being useful for something, of knowing what your calling is and performing it correctly.

Anna says she is perfectly fine, tells me to stop worrying about her. But there are days when she refuses to leave her room, dark days.

The bond does not tell me this, but still I know. I know her.

But happiness prevails. I have my powers, and I have Anna. I need nothing more.