Eight for a wish
It becomes a habit, almost second nature, although she's very aware of what she's doing. Actions and thoughts. That's the key, she thinks; intent. You have to want it, with everything you are. With all your heart.
And so no fountain or well is passed by without the sound of a small splash and a whispered prayer to the fates. She always has a pocket full of pennies, just in case. Grey eyes scan the evening skies for shooting stars. She never misses a New Year's Day shrine visit, even taking extra paper in case they've run out. She buys 3 separate birthday cakes and insists on lighting candles on each one. Her friends (now) know not to even try to help her blow them out. She's made 3,000 paper cranes….. Days, weeks, months, years even, go by, but she doesn't relent.
It becomes a habit. It becomes a mantra; 'Please bring him back.'
a/n... very short. The next one will be longer. That may or may not be a good thing...