Part II

She sat at the little desk in the bedroom. Writing a letter she knew would never make up for it. After one of her failed attempts, she balled up her fists and cried out to the wind. The levitating girl woke up with a scare. She asked the girl with the newly purple eyes what the matter was. She didn't awnser. All she did was continue the same writing process. She thought more and more until her train of thought was stopped by the little girl tugging at her silk nightgown. She raised her arms up and was cradled by the girl who's sister was lost from her world.

She sat the girl in her bed and tucked her like she would one day do to her own children, but could never dream of it. She sat at the little desk and continued the letter. She crumbled it in frustration and laid her tired head on the wooden table. How many times had she tried writing it? She had lost count after seven. But that didn't mean she only stopped writing.

She stared outside the shared window and saw the stars. She had never really paid attention to them until now. They amazed her and became her new insperation. She looked up from occasion just to see if the stars would disapear from her, just like her sister. She had missed her very much but had been seperated too long. Her sister was like her, but in a diffrent way.

She set down the pen she had been using and looked at it carefully. The words were scratched out but in white ink it read," To my only love." How many times had she dreamed of the perfect boy? She dissmissed the thought and wrote until she knew it was time to leave. She quietly slipped away from the chair and settled the strap of her borrowed bag. She had many things in it, for in case her journey took longer than expected. She whispered something to the little girl ,who she herself had tucked in to bed minutes ago. She nodded an approval nod at the girl who loved the boy that controlled the bees. She sighed and had just put her hand on the brass knob when the levitating girl asked her where she was headed to.

The girl who had just been about ready to leave turned around to face the girl who was rubbing her eyes awake. She explained to her that it was her time to go, at the well not exactly leave forever but needed to for now because she was in search for the sister who had healed her hair to the color that matched her peculiar ability. She was made promised to come come back soon and in time before the eve of the twenty-fourth day of the last month of the year. They little girl cried for the girl that had not been there long. She was like a sister to her, the way she treated her. She waved goodbye one last time and opened the white wooden door.

She saw him,the first friend she had made in this dump of an island, and smiled. She was overcame by a wave of saddness and a single tear escaped her left, purple eye. She sat next to the boy,who's skin could not be seen, and stroked the suit she had seen him wear earlier to dinner. She regretted slapping him for loosing her beloved sister. She was angry but only for a few seconds. She vowed to find her sister who she had known less then half her whole life. She wanted to kiss the invisible boy at least once, but knew it would be unfair to him if she never returned. Instead she kept stroking him and her face filled with hot streaming tears.

She slipped him the note she had spent almost until midnight writing and stood up. She whispered goodbye and was off to leave. She was stopped by the voice of the girl who could make fire and resit it. She was nervous of telling her, her motive for leaving. She asked and asked until she had pried the girl too much. She confessed about how she was going to leave and look for her sister. The older girl felt a sort of pity for the little girl who was headed to all kinds of danger. She promised not to tell the headmisstress in exchange for knowing if she would come back. Reluctantly, she agreed not feeling certain of it though.

The fire girl granted her safe passage and the girl who could manipulate water was off to seek back her sister.

The boy who had been invisble for most of his life stared at the note.

"Dear Millard,

If you are reading this, I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused.

As you know I've gone to find Charlotte in London.

I miss you and want you to know that, I kind of like you.

Please forgive me, for ignoreing your help but as I said I have to do this myself.

I will ,however, may not come back.

As I said please forgive me, tell the others I will miss them.

I also want you to know my favorite flower is a Tiger Lilly, just so you know what flowers I would like for my funeral if I don't make it.

Love,

Lori Crystalation"

He didn't shed a tear or felt sad at all. He was frustrated at her for going without him. He was still at her door and wanted so hard to strangle someone. He sat there, looking off in to the distance when the door he had leaned on for so long opened. The girl who had cried last night was stareing at him, her eyes red from the tears she had shed all night. They looked at eachother until the little girl broke the silence. She had told him what he had already known. The girl who had recently came, was gone. She had left a little after midnight and should have been long gone. The liitle girl cried into his suit and he cradled her in his arms.

The levitating girl cried and cried until she had made the lonesome boy have pity for the girl he had wished to hate. The truth was that he loved her a bit as well. How had she known she might never come back? He thought about this until the girl had stopped crying. He could hear her small, pathetic snores. He stood up and carried her back to her bed. After setting her on the silky sheets and covers, he walked down the stairs and down to the place no one really dared to go. He sat in the darkness, not wanting to weep. He looked about the old pictures and stared blankly at them. He saw the girl who had cried into his shirt. He also saw a long forgotten photograph of himself. Just clothes levitaing was all he had been reduced to.

He sat there, and heard the creak of the stairs. A voice called for him and he could have sworn it was her's , but she had gone. The voice called one more time but the boy ignored it. He laid his head on the floor and closed his dry eyes. When he opened them, he was no longer in the dark room. He was in his own quarters, laid out on the small bed of the small room. Who had put him there was a mystery he didn't really care to uncover.

He sat up and looked out his small window, the sun was just streaking the dark canvas that was known to many as the sky. He saw no one out there and slumped back into bed. He tried to go back to sleep but couldn't, not for missing the girl, but because he had been up for so long.

He looked out the window one last time and wished he had said goodbye to the girl he himself, had wished to hate