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Poppy
My music ended and the silence rang in my ears as I fell to the ground exhausted. I sighed, knowing I would never get it quite right and closed my eyes to enjoy the peacefulness.
Slow claps reverberated around the walls.
I gave out a small yelp as I realised there was a tall chestnut haired boy leaning nonchalantly against the doorway to my studio. Standing up so suddenly I had a head rush, I casually fell back to the ground again with a small bump, and shook my head to clear my vision.
'Woah, are you okay?' he drawled in a lazy American accent. His forehead creased in concern and I was trying not to notice the way his grey t-shirt stuck to his toned stomach, and showed off his muscled arms.
I ignored the handsome stranger peeking in on my dance practice, and ran to remove my iPod from the dock. I sensed movement behind me, and was not surprised that when I turned back round, he was making his way over to where I was standing.
The guy didn't pick up on my death stares, and stuck his hand out to me. I shook it cautiously, inspecting his tanned face as I did so. His wavy hair framed chiseled features, and his eyes showed kindness, not mocking.
I still didn't trust him.
'Why are you here?' I retrieved my hand quickly from his grasp.
He waited a second to reply as if deciding whether to be serious or not.
'Oh you know, just taking in the sights of London' His brown eyes glinted and he grinned.
Wrong answer.
I grabbed my bag and stalked towards the door, not daring to look back at his expression on the way out. He wouldn't let me go that easily however.
'Is that all I get?' He questioned me. 'Four words?'
My annoyance at this random stranger got the better of me, and I accidentally lifted a couple of centimeters of the ground.
That's my gift. Flight.
I hoped that he hadn't noticed, but his face gave away his shock and confusion.
'Yes' I nodded and hurried through the door, answering his previous question. My feet echoed as I ran down the dim corridor. I was just about to pull open the dreaded doors when I heard in my head
That's five now
A savant stranger turning up unexpectedly in the abandoned warehouse I had converted into my dance studio.
A savant stranger who had risked making a bridge between the two of us, using telepathy to communicate, even though he didn't know me.
A savant stranger who had penetrated my shields, which were extremely strong due to protection against selfish, prying family members.
I felt a strange connection between us, almost as if ...
no.
Soulfinders were lies told by savants to create an illusion of hope. People who searched for them were stupid, and the ones who turned dark because of the absence of a soulfinder were even stupider.
I was my own person, with no belief in another half to cloud my judgement, but I sprinted out of the door, away from the danger anyway.
Tristan
And just like that she was gone. I still remembered her ocean blue eyes, and how she had seemed so vulnerable when she was dancing. Stripped of all worry and concern.
How quickly that had disappeared when she knew I was there.
She was perfection, with her delicate features and ruthless gaze, but she had slipped from my grasp. She could not be my soulfinder. The universe would not have let her escape so easily.
So why did I revisit the same place at the same time the next day? And the day after? Why could I not let this girl go? Why did I keep playing over in my mind the way she ran a hand carelessly through her hair when she was confused? Why did I keep remembering the cute way she over-eagerly got up and had to sit back down again? How come she had to be the one I remembered?
I didn't even know her name.
All I knew was that she was a flight.
A beautiful talented savant with the rare gift of flight, who had slipped between my fumbling fingers.