Mirelle was cautious when she was out late at night. Glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, she made sure to be aware of her surroundings and hurry up home. To be sure, she kept a can of pepper spray on her person as well as a pocket knife because you never knew what could happen. Normally she would not go out so late but she needed milk. There wasn't much left and if she went without her milk then she could have no coffee and without any coffee in the morning she wouldn't be able to open up her little bookstore that she ran on her own and then she would lose money, be unable to support herself, and eventually end up on the street.

This was why it was so important to go out and get herself some milk from the corner store up the street. Her very life and financial stability depended on it. Turning the corner, she was nearly to her apartment when she passed an alleyway and heard a sudden groan. Pausing, she tried to ignore it but then the groaning became louder. It sounded as if it were coming from an animal but upon closer inspection she realized it was indeed a person and they did not sound good.

Poking her head in the alleyway, the logical part of her said to keep on walking because it was none of her business. This alleyway was directly behind a bar and chances were it was some idiot who had drank too much and was now reaping the consequences. However, another side of her said she couldn't just walk away. Her mother would never approve of such a thing and walking away would make her to much like that bitch who had betrayed her. "Hello?" she called out as she stepped into the alleyway. When she received no response, she walked farther in and nearly jumped when a something moved on the ground.

She shone her cell phone light on the crumbled up form of a person on the ground and the first thing she saw was a tuff of blonde hair. It was thick and long, covering the (she assumed) woman's face. "Are you okay?" she called out, wincing when the woman shifted and groaned. When she moved, she was finally able to see part of her face. She was young and her eyes remained downcast and she looked very flushed.

"Go away," the woman growled by it wasn't the least bit threatening because her words were very much slurred.

"I just want to make sure you are okay," Mirelle insisted weakly.

"Just go away. I am trying to sleep."

"You should get inside. It's the middle of winter and you're sitting outside with a very thin coat and no protective covering for your ears-"

While she was talking, the drunk girl seemed to have fallen asleep and Mirelle swallowed. She would most likely freeze to death out here and would probably sleep right through it. There was no way she could turn around and leave her here. The girl was obviously very distressed and sick. Leaning down, she shook the girl and tried to wake her up. There was no way she could life this girl on her own. "Wake up," she repeated and when the girl finally hissed and tried to push her away, she helped her up. The girl was drunk, tired, and cold so she only struggled slightly. It was fairly easy, though with loud, drunken protests from the girl, to help her get to her feet. Slinging her arm over her shoulder, she wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her make the trek to her apartment which was the next building over.

"Let's go," the girl muttered and Mirelle ignored her, heading into the elevator with a bit of difficulty. It took a bit of effort but finally she got her door open and helped the girl inside. Happy to be back inside her nice warm apartment, she helped her into her bedroom and made her sit on her bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the blonde blinked slowly, never making eye contact with Mirelle but she tried to avoid the same while still getting a good look at her. She was thin with long, thick blonde hair and to pale for her liking. She was clad in clothes not appropriate for winter and much to revealing for her tastes. The girl rolled back and forth on the bed before finally passing out. Once she was out, Mirelle took the thin girl's heels off and managed to work the covers down and pull them over her.

Once she was all set, she sat in a chair and ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't believe she had brought a drunken stranger into her apartment. Mirelle knew if it had been a man and not a girl who didn't look threatening in the least; she never would've done it. It might've made her a bit sexist but at that point she didn't care. Usually, she tried so hard to be safe and now she had a stranger, a drunken one at that, sleeping soundly in her bed. It was insane!

Gasping when she realized she had left the milk in the alleyway, she was about to rush back out when she glanced at the girl. Biting her bottom lip, she didn't feel comfortable leaving her in her apartment so she reluctantly locked her door and decided not to get the milk. She would just have to without coffee the next morning and though it would be hard she was sure she could do it. After all, plenty of people went without coffee in the mornings and she could definitely do such a thing.

Taking off her coat, she whimpered at the thought of having to go without coffee and nearly left again but once glance at the strange girl in her bed caused her to forget about doing such a thing.

Tomorrow. She would get the milk tomorrow.

When she opened her eyes she was confused as to why she was lying on a soft bed. The last thing knew she had been laying an alleyway, drunk out of her mind, but still aware enough to know that she wanted to die that night. She intended to wait for the cold to take her life but she felt warm and was lying in a bed instead of the hard gravel. Swallowing, her eyes instantly closed as the light caused her head to start to pound. Whimpering, she curled up underneath the covers and intend to fall back to sleep where she wouldn't be so confused but before she could do that, she heard the sound of door opening and it a matter of seconds she was sitting up in bed, staring at the person who had come in.

Mirelle was shocked when she found the girl awake and swallowed nervously. "I'm glad to see you're awake. Do you want some breakfast?" she asked and all she got in response was silence. "I'll making something light on your stomach and make sure to give you too aspirin for your headache."

Watching her rush off, she didn't know what to make of the encounter but the voice sounded familiar. Bits and pieces of last night started to come back to her and she remembered that woman speaking to her. She kept saying she needed to get inside but she insisted she wanted to be left alone.

Closing her eyes, they widened when she remembered the woman had brought her back her even after she kept insisting to be left alone where she was so she could die. Clenching her fists, she was filled with anger. She had intended to die last night but here she was still alive. What right did that woman have to get involved with her life? She hadn't wanted to be saved!

The woman came back fifteen or twenty minutes later with a tray of food and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the tray in front of the girl. "Here you go. I put the pills right next to the water for you?"

"What right did you have?" she girl whispered and Mirelle blinked. She was surprised to hear her speak.

"I'm sorry but I don't understand."

"You had no right to bring me here!" she screeched as she lifted her head but kept her eye focused on the wall. "Did you ever think I wanted to die?"

"I-I'm sorry?" Mirelle really wasn't sure what to say.

It grew silent for a moment but then the girl suddenly reached for the knife resting on the food tray. Tipping the tray over to distract the woman, the food and water splattered to the floor while she raised up the knife and brought it to her wrist. However, before she could even make a deep cut, Mirelle wrenched the knife out of her hand and threw it to the floor.

Chest heaving, she glared at Mirelle and lunged off the bed, intending to reach for the knife again. She got it in her hand but the woman once again got it out of her grip. "Just fucking let me die!" she screamed, struggling against the woman who was trying to subdue her while she fought and tried to reach for the knife again so she could end it all.

"Stop it!" Mirelle shouted, trying her best to stop the girl but she was a mess, screaming and calling her every name in the book as she struggled to grab the knife and kill herself.

She had to stop her and Mirelle didn't think she would be able to do it without any help. Closing her eyes briefly, she swallowed and wished she didn't have to use it but she didn't seem to have a choice. Since the trouble with her sister, she had been even hesitant to use her power but now she had to and the only reason was because she needed to save this girl from herself. Lifting her head, she caught the girl by surprise and managed to lock eyes with her, though it was reluctant on both parts.

Mirelle knew she didn't have long and she had to act quick. "Keep your eyes open," she demanded.

"No," she screamed as struggled to shut her eyes, the girl obvious hysterical.

While looking into her eyes, she noticed the right one didn't move at all and the idea of it being a prosthetic eye was pushed to the back of her mind as she thought of her next command. "You will not kill yourself," she said and then she released the girl. "Close your eyes if you want," Mirelle added as she turned away, ashamed of what she had done but the girl couldn't throw away her entire life. At the very least she could not be witness to it.

Trembling, the blonde girl wrapped her arms around herself and then her head flew up as she looked at the older woman with wide eyes. The horrified look on her face was replaced with a smile, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't see death when I looked into your eyes. That has never happened before," she cried.

Mirelle blinked, trying her best to comfort the hysterical girl but she didn't understand what she was getting at. "I don't understand…"

"You must be an angel," she sobbed as she leaned forward so her and the woman were only inches apart. "Are you an angel?"

"No, I'm no angel. I just wanted to help," Mirelle whispered, growing very uncomfortable with this situation.

"Whatever, you are you're amazing," she whimpered, the tears finally ceasing as she sniffled. "I see nothing but life when I look at you," she said, brushing back some of Mirelle's hair which caused her to flinch unintentionally. "I wonder why that is… are you sure you're not an angel?"

"I-I'm not an angel-" she started to say but before she could finish her sentence, the girl slid forward and kissed her softly. Gasping softly, the girl took advantage of her open mouth and slipped her tongue into her mouth. After a moment, she pulled away and then she saw fresh tears sliding down the girl's cheek.

"I don't understand why I don't see death but I don't care," she whispered, moving to kiss her again but Mirelle firmly grasped her shoulders.

The girl started to tremble and a look of rejection started to appear in her face as she struggled to look her in the eyes but she did still manage to keep that gaze which Mirelle had trouble keeping. Eye contact was usually something she avoided but she believe it was important to keep it up with this girl. Pulling her to her chest, she hugged her tightly and felt the girl's arms wrap around her as she started to sob quietly.

Swallowing, Mirelle rocked her gently back and forth as the girl muttered 'thank you' over and over again. She didn't understand but she let her do it anyway because it appeared to make her feel better. However, the whole situation confused her honestly but she didn't regret helping her. That was just the type of person she was.

Sometime after her breakdown, the girl pulled away as if she were ashamed of herself and sat on the bed. She was quiet and Mirelle cleared her throat as she leaned down to pick up the fallen tray as well as the food staining her carpet.

"I'm sorry about the mess I made."

Glancing at her, Mirelle smiled softly and shook her head. "It's no problem. My only request is that you eat the next meal I prepare."

The girl nodded and then cocked her head to the side. "Why don't you make eye contact?"

Stiffening, she lifted her head and struggled too but ultimately failed because she had taught herself not too over the past few years and it was hard to break such a habit. "Why don't you?"

"Good point," she said, lowering her head which caused her blonde hair to obscure her face from Mirelle's gaze. "I've just never met someone who's unusual like me."

"What do you mean?"

The girl gave her a look. "Don't play coy. I know you were able to use some sort of mind control with me back there," she said as she nodded to the place where they had previously been sitting.

"I'd rather not talk about it. It's not something I like to use but I found no other choice. I couldn't let you hurt yourself."

"… and I thank you," she smiled faintly and it was the first time Mirelle had seen the girl smile since she had brought her here the previous night. "I don't know why but it means so much to me to be able to look into your eyes. They're beautiful."

Nearly dropping the tray, she coughed and stood quickly. "I'll bring you some more breakfast. Please eat it this time…"

"Sara Valentine."

"Mirelle DuPont."

At the sound of her name, Sara cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips. "Mirelle," she repeated a few times. "That is a lovely name."

"Thank you," Mirelle muttered. She was not used to compliments since she preferred to distance herself from people and usually did not let them get close enough to her because of her disability if you wanted to call it that.

Leaving the bedroom, Mirelle found it eerie how calm the girl was now. One moment she was ready to kill herself and the next she was giving her such strange compliments and Mirelle wasn't sure what to make of it.

"I clawed out my other eye."

Mirelle was in the middle of cracking eggs when she heard Sara's voice. Turning around, she stared at her with wide eyes. "That is a very strange conversation starter."

"I saw you looking at my prosthetic eye earlier so I thought I would tell you."

She nodded and tried to appear to be natural to the news when in reality she was terrified. How could someone do that? Though she hated her power, she could never dream of doing such a thing to herself. "Since you brought it up… do you mind if I ask why you did that?"

"I see death," Sara replied bluntly. "Just by looking into your eyes I can tell the way you are going to die and I couldn't take it anymore. At the time I was only fourteen."

Mirelle swallowed. She couldn't imagine going through that. At least her power was somewhat controllable.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Tell me about yourself and why you didn't resort to what I did."

"I can control it somewhat," she admitted. "As long as I keep my mind clear, I can't order people to do things when I look into their eyes."

"That must take a lot of work."

"It does but I could never imagine doing that. Not that I blame you," Mirelle told her.

Sara nodded. "I intended to die out in the cold last night before you found me."

"Why didn't you just…"

"Take out my other eye?" Sara asked with a slight smirk.

Mirelle felt ashamed of herself for asking such a thing but reluctantly nodded.

Swallowing, her shoulders slumped as she started to think about it and her eyes drooped towards the floor. "I don't want to be blind. I want to be able to see the world. It's the only reason I've held on for this long but last night my sunglasses fell down my nose and I accidentally locked eyes with someone. All it took was a moment but that was it. I was clutching my head as I witnessed him burning in a car crash. His screams were so loud and I could smell the flesh burning. It all became too much and I just kept drinking to numb the pain."

Seeing the girl start to tremble, she paused in her cooking and walked over to her. Awkwardly she embraced her and Sara quickly returned the hug. It seemed as if the girl craved physical attention because she responded almost instantly. She, on the other hand, was different and shied away from it.

"Thank you," Sara whispered as she lifted her head and looked up at Mirelle. Then suddenly she pulled away and sniffed the air. "Your eggs are burning."

Gasping, Mirelle yanked away from the girl and ran to the pan. "You mean your eggs!" she cried, as she tried to save them. She failed and ended up making a third batch that morning. After that she decided she wasn't going to buy eggs for a while.

"They are very good," Sara said, swallowing a mouthful of eggs as she smiled at Mirelle. After she was done, she offered to wash her plate but Mirelle told her she would be more than happy to do it.

"I need to get going," Mirelle announced after she had ate something quick. "I run a bookstore and I'm late enough opening it as it is but feel free to stay here. There are some meals in the fridge that you can heat up and if you want a nap, feel free to sleep in my bedroom. There's also a television in the living room if you get bored but I have a load of books in what is supposed to be my guest bedroom if you prefer to read."

Blinking, Sara was caught off guard by the hospitality. "Do you know what I saw when I looked into your eyes?" she asked and when Mirelle shook her head, she stood and slowly walked over to the woman with a smile playing on her lips. "I saw light. Such magnificent and beautiful light. I don't know why I saw it but I know your special," Sara added, standing on her tiptoes to place a deep kiss on Mirelle's lips.

Caught off by surprise at a sudden second kiss, Mirelle stared at her with wide eyes as she pulled away, unable to think of something to say. Sara was the one who beat her to it first.

"Have a good day, Mirelle. I'm sorry if I overstepped my boundaries but I wanted to at least give you a goodbye kiss. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"I'll see you this evening," Mirelle muttered. "Unless you'd like to come to work with me?"

"I think I should sleep off my hangover. My head is still pounding," Sara muttered. "Where are your aspirin?"

"In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," Mirelle told her as she walked towards the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can… and feel free to stay until you feel well. I wouldn't want you to leave while you still don't feel well."

Then, with that said, she left.

Sara curled up underneath the covers as soon as Mirelle left. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she realized she never felt more comfortable which was funny considering she was in a mere stranger's home. Sara knew she was more than that though. There was something about Mirelle. Every time she looked into her eyes, she felt at ease. She didn't think it had anything to do with the fact that Mirelle was the only person she was able to make eye contact with without the protection of sunglasses.

Maybe that was all it had to do with but Sara didn't care. The woman was amazing regardless because she had helped a total stranger and while nervous, still spoke with her as if she was a normal, average person. "We're two of a kind," she whispered to herself. They both had their disabilities but it appeared that on the surface Mirelle was much more confident about hers then Sara was with her own.

Snuggling into the pillow, she breathed in the scene of Mirelle and smiled softly to herself. She was going to try to stay with the woman for as long as she could. Being able to relate to someone meant the world to her and the she was so kind that she had no doubt that she would let her stay here. To show that she wouldn't be a problem, Sara would help clean, cook, and do whatever she could around the house. Without Mirelle, Sara would have nowhere to go. She bounced from job to job, motel to motel and lived a dangerous lifestyle at times. Often she would lock herself in motel rooms after paying ahead for a few days and try to pretend there wasn't an outside world. When she had no choice but to interact with people, she would often drink because it was impossible to avoid people when she was outside and around people.

Curling up under the covers, she closed her eyes and found herself smiling. She couldn't wait until Mirelle came back to the apartment. Then, a moment later her eyes were open and she felt tears swelling up in her eyes.

What if Mirelle wanted nothing to do with her?

She didn't have anyone in her life. Her parents wanted nothing to do with their freak of a daughter who they considered to be mentally ill and she had no friends because Sara refused to let anyone get close to her. Whimpering softly, she bit down on her bottom lip and dug her nails into her arm. The sudden pain caused her to gasp in relief and she calmed down.

There was no reason why Mirelle would want nothing to do with her. They were one in the same and she needed her. Unlike other people, Sara was able to understand Mirelle and why she was so hesitant to get close to other people. Smiling to herself, Sara knew that Mirelle needed her and the same went for herself.

They were two peas in a pod who couldn't survive without the other.

Mirelle was late opening up the bookstore. Even when she arrived and went inside her small, cozy little store she had to take a few minutes to calm herself down and gather her thoughts. She couldn't believe that she had left a stranger in her apartment. However, the look in Sara's eyes had caused her heart to ache.

Since the incident with her sister, she always had trouble trusting people. Her own sister had toyed with her feelings just so she could use her powers to her advantage and to the very end she had believed her sister was genuine. It had been years since then and the emotional wounds were still there. She refused to get close to anyone and made sure to keep people around her at a distance. Sara she had just been helping but already she was letting her stay in her apartment.

Finally opening her bookstore, she sat behind the counter, reading one of her many books as she waited for a customer to arrive. She had a good amount of loyal customers as well as a few new ones that sometimes stumbled inside while trying to escape from something outside. Shifting when the door opened, she stood and while avoiding direct eye contact, greeted her costumer.

When she arrived home later that night, she was surprised by how quiet it was inside. Closing the door behind her, she was home at a much later time then she usually was and just as she placed the groceries on the counter, arms wrapped tightly around her waist which caused her to jump. "Sara?" she asked in a slightly panicked voice, unsure if it was her or an intruder.

"I thought you weren't going to come back," Sara whimpered as she buried her face in her neck. Her lips brushed against her pulse point and Mirelle shivered slightly.

"I had to stay a little later and then I needed to go to the store," the older woman assured her. "I had every intention in coming back."

Wrapping her arms a little tighter around her waist, she rested her chin on Mirelle's shoulder and smiled softly. "I cleaned after I woke up. I think the kitchen looks a little better."

It was then she noticed that her kitchen did look a little cleaner. "You didn't have to do that, Sara."

"I want to make myself useful while I stay here."

Mirelle wondered how long the girl intended to stay. She didn't have a heart to demand she leave because if she did, she feared that the girl might try to kill herself again. It was a probability that seemed more than likely if you considered her past. "Still you don't have to do such a thing. I appreciate, however," she told her with a soft smile. "Do you think I could take you out tomorrow as a thank you?"

Suddenly, she stiffened and Sara pulled away. "Sara?"

"I don't want to go outside yet. I hope you can understand that."

Mirelle saw the expression written all over her face. She seemed absolutely terrified to set foot outside but she understood why. The fear that she would lock eyes with someone and see their death was strong. "Sara, you can stay here a few days if you'd like."

"Really?" she asked with a soft smile.

"Yes."

"How can I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to repay me."

Sara nodded but she didn't believe Mirelle. There had to be some way to repay her.

She crawled in bed with Mirelle that night. The woman had suggested that she would sleep on the couch but then Sara offered. During the night, however, she became lonely and crawled into the bed with Sara. Curling up next to her, she slid a hand around her waist and pressed her thinner body up against the curvier woman. The urge to kiss her neck and slide a hand up her shirt and feel that soft skin was there but she held it back.

Sara didn't want to scare off Mirelle and make her uncomfortable even if she wanted to be close to her. They might've not known each other long but she felt close to the woman. They shared the same problems and Sara could tell there was something in her past that bothered her. It was the same for her. Tightening her hold on Mirelle, she kissed her neck and smiled softly.

"Sara…?" Mirelle called out quietly as she started to come awake. "What are you doing in bed with me?"

"I was lonely," Sara whimpered as she held her tighter. "Can I stay?"

Mirelle nodded and then closed her eyes though her body was a little tense.

"Is something wrong, Mirelle?"

"No, I'm okay. I just don't sleep in the same bed with people that often."

Kissing Mirelle's neck again, she smiled against it and then slipped her hand underneath her shirt and splayed it over her stomach. "Good night, Mirelle."

Muttering a goodnight, she had a hard time falling asleep with the younger girl so close and being so touchy. The last person to touch her was Mischa. They had laid together that night before everything went sour. She felt amazed and foolish that she believed that her sister loved her. The only thing her sister loved was her power and how she could use it to her advantage.

"If you want me to sleep on the couch, I will." she whispered quietly.

Mirelle jumped when she heard Sara's voice but she shook her head. "No, you can stay."

Hugging her tighter, Sara thanked her and Mirelle had to shiver when her breath touched her ear.

It seemed as if they were both starved of physical attention. Mirelle knew it would be for the best when Sara finally left. Then she could get on with her life and so could Sara but the thing she feared was Sara ending her life.

After two days, Mirelle began to see a pattern. Every time she tried to coax the girl to outside with her, she recoiled and seemed to pull away from her. Her intentions were not to scare Sara but the girl had to get outside again. She could see that she was becoming a crutch for her and Sara could not stay here forever for many reasons. The blonde needed to go and get reacquainted with the outside world. It would be difficult given her powers but she had adjusted.

The reason why she had been so accommodating was probably because Sara reminded her of herself. When she had been younger, she had been the same way. Unable to deal with her powers, she became suicidal and self-destructive but eventually she came to see that behavior was getting her nowhere and so would Sara.

"Come outside with me Sara. We'll only go around the corner and then come right back here."

The girl shook her head.

"Sara, listen you can't stay in here forever. You need to get out there and it's not like I'm asking you to do much. I only want you to come to the store around the corner."

"You're not kicking me out?"

Mirelle wasn't sure when she came to the conclusion that Sara was living here but she could no longer deny it. Somehow, the young girl had wormed her way into her apartment and she couldn't, in good conscious, kick her out. "No, Sara. I only want to go around the corner with you."

"Will you hold my hand?"

Taking her hand, Mirelle led a nervous Sara out of the apartment building. The girl, wearing her sunglasses, kept her eyes averted to the ground as they went to the corner store. Tilting her chin up, she smiled softly at the girl as they went inside and she briefly let go of her hand to grab some bread. While she was busy grabbing her groceries, Sara wasn't paying attention to what she was doing and bumped into someone which caused her glasses to fly off her face.

"Sorry, Miss. Are these yours?"

"Yes, thank you," Sara muttered as she reached for her sunglasses but because the man was so tall she had to look up and all it took was a split second for them to make eye contact and then she was falling to her knees, clutching her head.

Fire, there was so much fire. Coming out of the fire was the man. He had a slit throat and someone was chasing him through the house. Then he fell down the stairs and oh. She could hear the breaking of his neck and then stabbing sounds!

When she snapped out of it, she found that she was screaming. Quickly getting to her feet, she bolted out of the store and Mirelle followed.

"Sara, wait!" Mirelle cried. This was all her fault. If she hadn't pushed the girl so hard she never would've seen someone's death. She chased her until the girl seemingly disappeared in a crowd. For hours she searched for her until she finally gave in and went back home. Hopefully, she would come back to her apartment. She had to apologize and she knew if she did come back, Sara would never leave this safe haven but that was only if she came back.

Sitting on the couch, she buried her face in her hands. It was amazing how for most people eye contact was second nature. For her, it could be deadly. She had to constantly fight to keep her mind clear while Sara didn't even have that option. After glancing out the window, she decided there was nothing more she could do. Getting dressed for bed, she woke up around midnight when there was a sudden banging on her door.

Stumbling out of bed, she quickly made her way to the door and practically flung it open. Standing on her doorstep, to her surprise and relief, was Sara. "Sara, I was so worried!"

Walking inside, Sara tripped but managed to regain her balance. Turning to Mirelle as she shut the door, she walked up to her and cupped her face in her hands. "Mirelle, I love you."

"S-Sara don't say such things… and are you drunk?"

The girl shrugged. "Maybe, but what does it matter? All that matters is that I love you."

Grabbing her hands, Mirelle held them tightly and tried desperately to talk some sense into the drunken girl. "Sara, where did you go?"

"I love you."

Sighing, she was about to say something to the girl when she suddenly moved forward and kissed her. Pushing at her shoulders, she found that Sara seemed to be strangely strong when drunk and it took some effort to pry her away from her. "Sara, stop."

She only stared at her before pushing her up against the wall and kissing her hard. Slipping a hand up her shirt, she removed her lips and started to kiss down her neck. "I love you."

"Sara, stop it!" Mirelle snapped as she gathered her strength and shoved the girl away roughly. She stumbled and then fell. Almost instantly she began to whimper, pulling her knees to her chest and crying. About to drop to her knees, the blonde suddenly bolted and made a move for the door but Mirelle grabbed her before she could leave. "Sara-"

"Let me go!" she screamed as she dug her nails into Mirelle's arms. "You hate me!"

"I don't hate you! I only want you to try and calm down!"

Suddenly sagging in her arms, she sobbed quietly and then hugged her tightly. "I do love you Mirelle. If it weren't for you I would've killed myself by now."

"Don't say that, Sara."

"It's true though," she hiccupped. "If it weren't for you I would be dead by now and you hate me-"

"I don't hate you."

Sara sniffed and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you."

"Sara we've just met. You can't be in love with me."

"I am!" she insisted as she reached for her shoulders and lightly shook her. "If it weren't for you I would've killed myself!" Sara cried. "You give me hope. As long as I know that there is one person who I am able to look in the eyes and see nothing but life, I have a reason to live."

Mirelle swallowed. She wasn't sure what to think of Sara now. The girl thought of her almost as her savior but she didn't feel like that at all. It was just a fluke that she didn't see death when they locked eyes and it was one she had yet to figure out. Now the girl believed she was in love with her and Mirelle couldn't turn her away. Years ago, she craved for love and found it in the wrong place. This girl, if she ever did happened to find it in another person, might find an individual who may take advantage of her. At least when she was with her, Mirelle knew she was safe.

The young woman simply reminded herself of her. Being the exact same way when she was younger, Mirelle felt guilt and she couldn't turn her away. She had no idea what she could do for her but she was going to try her hardest to do what she could for Sara. "Sara, you can stay and when you're ready to go outside you can go out. I won't make you go anywhere you don't want too."

Glancing up at Mirelle, she cupped her face and smiled, tear stains lining her cheeks. "I love you, Mirelle," she told her firmly. "I don't care if you think it's too soon and don't believe me. I love you and I want you to remember that."

"Sara…" was all Mirelle was able to say as the blonde ran a hand through her hair and then kissed her. It wasn't the first time she had kissed her but each and every time she did it, she wasn't sure how to react. Mirelle knew it was safe to say that she hadn't gotten much human contact over the years. She shied away from it and couldn't remember the last time she had been intimate with another person. Sara seemed to thrive on it and was always touching her. Most of the time she let her though she tried her best not to encourage her. This time, however, she was hesitant to push her away because of the state she was in but upon resembling she had been very drunk, she lightly pushed her away and smiled softly. "Let's get to bed. If we continue this while you are so intoxicated I will feel very guilty."

"See? You do love me," Sara whispered happily as she stood with help of Mirelle. Leaning on the older woman, she allowed her to undress her to a certain point and then curled up in her bed next to her. She was out instantly while Mirelle remained awake for a while. She wasn't sure what to think now. The girl was so attached. She was lying in bed beside her and clinging to her as if her life depended on it.

Turning her away was not an option now. Shifting slightly, she slipped out of bed after an hour and got herself some tea. It would calm her down and she was going to need it. Shifting, she blew on it once it was ready and took a sip. Once she had finished her tea, she headed back to her bedroom and paused. Sara was curled under the covers and still fast asleep. She looked so peaceful when this was the last thing that she was in her awaking hours. The girl was disturbed but Mirelle couldn't blame her.

As a child, growing up with the ability to control minds had been difficult. She tried her best to control it but at one point in her life she lost control and contributed to the death of a girl during her high school years. It had been a turning point and she had withdrawn into herself, resolving to never use it unless she needed too. When her sister appeared out of nowhere, she led her guard down and she betrayed her. Here she was letting someone get in again but she didn't fear being taken advantage of. It was quite the opposite. She thought that she was the one who may take advantage of the girl. Sara was so fragile and she didn't want anything to happen to her because years ago, she had been in her position.

Mirelle woke up with a strange feeling. Opening her eyes, she sun was just starting to filter through the curtains but she felt odd. Shifting, it took her a few moments but then she realized Sara was embracing her from behind, kissing her as one hand slowly slipped into her shirt. "Sara!"

"I was only trying to wake you up," she whispered against her neck, never stopping her ministrations. "I promise I won't take advantage of you."

It didn't do much to calm her down but with ease she grabbed her hands and sat up. "I would appreciate it if you didn't do that while I was sleeping."

"I'm sorry. I only want to be close to you, Mirelle," the girl admitted sadly and she sighed.

"Sara it's all right but please don't do it again."

Nodding, the girl sat up and then glanced at the clock. "It appears that you should be getting to work. Won't you be late if you don't hurry to work?"

Gasping, Mirelle bolted out of bed and shot the blonde a look when she chuckled. Telling her she would be back as soon as possible, she paused when the girl told her that she would clean the apartment while she was gone. Mirelle told her she didn't have too but the girl only smiled and turned away before telling her to have a good day. Sitting behind her counter, she glanced up every now and then she heard the door opened but for the most part she had her nose buried in the book. It was a slow day and her mind was elsewhere, sometimes not even on her book when she had read several times by now.

The sound of the door opening during her closing time caused her to peak over her book and she paused as she gazed at the person. They were a hood with a large pair of sunglasses. She was unable to truly get a good look at them but it didn't matter. "We are closing soon. Is there something I can help you with?" she asked and when the person shook their head, she stared but accepted the answer. After a minute or two the person left and Mirelle thought the encounter was a little strange because during the entire time she was in there it felt as if she were staring at her.

For a split second, Mirelle wondered if it had been her sister. Her last parting words to her had been that she didn't want anything to do with her ever again. She was dead to her and the last time she had seen her sister was on that street corner that night of the museum heist. Mischa never listening to a word she said wouldn't be a surprise but she figured it was only her nerves. From the moment she had pointed that gun in her older sister's face and threatened to shoot her, their relationship had been over. They had never even really had one and Mischa only reinforced that when she came back into her life.

When they parted, she had looked into her eyes and told her to leave her alone but Mirelle had never tested how long her commands would last, and there could come a time (that could've already happened) where it ran out and Mischa came to find her. It was something she would always have to live with and something she did not want to think about.

Her sister was dead to her after all.

Every time she seemed to come back from the work, the place appeared cleaner. Mirelle also noticed Sara refused to even entertain the idea of stepping foot outside her apartment. She was enabling her in a big way but she would just smile and accept her answer. A week after she had discovered the girl in the alley way, a comfortable existence had seemed to happen. She had someone to come home too and Mirelle felt like she was becoming too emotionally invested. Being alone so long, seemed to have made her soft instead of hardened her like she thought it would. She wasn't so adverse to the idea of Sara living here as she was in the beginning but if you dug deep, it was still there.

"Mirelle?" Sara asked when she had arrived home one day from work. "Do you enjoy my company?"

"Of course I do."

Nodding, Sara shifted beside her and then propped her chin in her hand. "What happened to you?"

Mirelle was startled by the question and was uncomfortable for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"I told you all about me," she told her sadly. "You know about my suicide attempt, my gouging out my own eye, and everything that's happened to me since I was a child and discovered I had this power but you've barely told me anything about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Why are you so guarded?"

"I had an incident when I was a teenager with my powers. I lost control and someone died as a direct result of that."

Sara nodded. "Is that all?"

Mirelle sighed. "Sara, there are some things people would like to leave in the past. You have not told me all about your childhood and I won't press for the issue."

Frowning for a moment, she moved closer and nodded. "I suppose you are right," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. "You flinched again. Are my touches that bad?"

"It's just not something I am used too," Mirelle admitted, feeling herself look away when the girl gave her a coy smile.

Leaning forward, Sara kissed her on the cheek and then turned Mirelle's face towards her so she could kiss her on the lips. Kissing her slowly, she slipped her tongue slowly into her mouth and was pleased when she was met with no resistance. Smiling against her lips, she pulled Mirelle closer, if that was even possible, and parted with her when she realized they both needed to breathe. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"You are very forward," Mirelle muttered, appearing more than a little flustered and he wasn't sure what to think. The girl was so forward compared to her and she wasn't sure what to think.

"You don't seem to mind," Sara whispered as she leaned forward to kiss her again and this time Mirelle didn't stop her. She responded, hesitantly and the kiss grew deeper as the minutes ticked on. "We should go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered against her lips as she stood and grabbed Mirelle's hand. Leading her back to the older woman's bedroom, she pressed her body against Mirelle's and then kissed her.

Her breath hitching, Mirelle kissed Sara and thought for a second if she should go through with this. It felt as if she might be taking advantage of the younger girl but Sara was sometimes so straightforward about what she wanted so it didn't always feel like she was taking advantage of her. Feeling a hand slip up her shirt, she shivered but didn't push her away. Instead she drew her closer and kissed her hard as if she was refusing to let her go.

Feeling her knees hit the back of the bed, the two tumbled onto the bed together with Sara on top. She was kissing the older woman's neck, occasionally nibbling gently and then soothing the tiny bite with her tongue. Mirelle was at a lose of what to do as she clutched Sara tightly and also resisted the urge to push her away. She felt like she shouldn't be doing this because the girl was vulnerable but she wanted her. God, did she. It had been so long since she had sex and she was starved for the attention and she would be lying to herself if she didn't find Sara attractive despite the age difference between the two of them.

"Sara…" she moaned, as she girl impulsively lifted up her skirt and ran her fingers slowly over her panties. She couldn't believe they were doing this but it was what she wanted.

xXx

Mirelle was at a loss of words for many reason. The sex had been amazing and she was always unable to think of something to say when Sara told her she loved her. Mirelle knew it was impossible to love someone in that short of an amount of time. But she was fond of the girl.

"Don't worry about returning it. I'm just happy I can be with you," Sara insisted as she curled up close.

Reaching down for the covers, Mirelle pulled it over the two of them. It was a bit early to be going to bed but a small nap wouldn't hurt. Glancing at Sara, she wondered if she had done the right thing and decided to just think of it later.

For now all Mirelle wanted to do was enjoy the afterglow and take a nap.

She was sitting in the kitchen, making breakfast the next morning as Sara slept in her bed. Mirelle was conflicted over what had taken place the night before. She felt guilty because it felt like she was taking advantage of the girl but in the end she couldn't be sure of that. "Do you want some breakfast?" she asked Sara who suddenly emerged from the bedroom, stretching with a sleepy smile on her face.

"What are you making?" she asked with a yawn.

"Bacon and eggs."

"If you don't mind," Sara said with a soft smile as she came up behind Mirelle and hugged her. Kissing her cheek, she shifted so she was on the side of Mirelle and stood there until the older woman glanced over at her. The two locked eyes and she smiled but then… her vision faded out.

A woman stood in front of Mirelle, a gun in her shaking hand as tears streamed down her cheeks. "You got away from me once but you I won't let you get away again."

"Mischa, no! Please don't," she pleaded.

There was a loud bang and then Mirelle was laying there surrounded by blood. What looked like a gunshot wound was bleeding right around the area of her right temple and her eyes were lifeless.

The woman then turned the gun on herself and fired.

Gasping, Sara backed away and immediately looked away.

"Sara are you okay?" Mirelle asked with concern.

"My head hurts," she muttered before backing up. "I'm going to go lay down. I'll see you when you get home from work, okay?"

"All right…" Mirelle muttered, concerned with her sudden behavior but she didn't know the girl very well so she wasn't sure how she would react at every given moment. Sitting down, she ate her breakfast and wondered what was suddenly wrong with the girl. She had been fine one moment and then saying she had a headache the next. "Sara?" she called as she was about to leave.

"Yes?" came the muffled reply.

"I'm leaving. I'll be back later, okay?"

"Bye Mirelle," Sara said quietly and her voice sounded flat.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm just tired, that's all. Last night wore me out."

Feeling herself blush a little bit, she became distracted and forgot about her strange tone. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she told her goodbye for a second time and then left, leaving a distraught Sara behind.

She couldn't believe what she had seen. Mirelle's death had played right before her very eyes and she wasn't sure why. For days, she had been with the woman and looking into her eyes. All those times she had seen nothing and now, out of the blue she had seen her death. The very thought of it caused her to let out a muffled sob. She couldn't believe that Mirelle wasn't special. It was all a lie.

That day must've been a fluke. For some reason, she had been unable to see her death until now and Sara suspected it had something to do with the girl's powers. Now, for whatever reason, it had faded. Digging her nails into her palms, she whimpered and then let out a scream. It wasn't fair. She thought she had finally found someone she could be around. The woman was so nice and she could be herself and not have to worry but now that illusion was destroyed.

"I never should've let myself let my guard down. I am so fucking stupid!" she screamed falling onto the bed as she punched it violently. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered, sobbing into the covers. Pushing herself up, she grabbed for the phone and dialed Mirelle's cell phone. She had called it a few times in the past few days and memorized it by now.

"Mirelle?" she whispered as the woman picked up on the forth ring.

She had sat in her bed for an hour before deciding this was it. She couldn't continue on and before she ended things she needed to at least thank Mirelle for everything even if she wasn't her angel like she had thought she was. The woman had still taken her in.

"Sara? Is something wrong?"

"I don't know how it happened but you're not an angel. It's okay though because I am grateful to everything you've done for me so don't worry. I'll do it quickly."

"Sara, wait!"

Before she could ask the girl anything, she hung up. Dread entering her, she realized that she had gotten that weird look on her face because she must've seen her death. It wasn't a fluke after all and she hadn't realized it. Standing up, she grabbed her coat and closed shop. She needed to get home as quickly as she could. If she didn't, Sara would hurt herself. Stifling a sob, she couldn't believe how stupid she had been!

Finally getting home, she burst through the door and ran up the stairs to her apartment. It seemed to take longer than she wanted and she dropped her keys several times. She couldn't hear anything from outside the door but shouted Sara's name. One of her neighbors walked by and shot her a strange look but she didn't care. The girl was about to kill herself but she had to convince her not too. She had lived her life despite her power and she had to teach Sara to do so too.

Unlocking the door, she dropped her things and ran into the bedroom but she found nothing. The next stop was the kitchen and then she noticed the bathroom door closed. She always kept it open. Running over to the door, she cried when she realized it was locked. Sobbing, she fumbled for something to use so she could pick the lock. It took a few minutes but when she finally got it unlocked, she opened it quickly and burst inside. A quick look around, her eyes quickly locked onto the motionless form of Sara who was leaning against the wall and she had to look away.

It was a terrible sight. Her remaining eye was a mess and she couldn't even make out her beautiful blue eye anymore. Next to her sat a bottle of pills and there was not one left. Turning back towards Sara, she quickly knelt down and shook the girl lightly. "Sara? Please, say something." she sobbed.

The girl twitched and a smile appeared on her face. "Mirelle?" she asked weakly. "I can't believe you came. You came just in time, you know. I don't have much time left."

"Why did you do this?"

"I saw your death and yours will the last I see…" she whispered.

"Sara, you didn't have to do this. I would've helped you get through this!"

"I'm weak. You're the strong one so take care Mirelle. I'm sorry I did this in front of you but I wanted to die somewhere comfortable. It's better than being on the street," she laughed weakly, coughing as she tilted her head back and she had to turn away at the sight of her eye.

The girl grew quiet after that and Mirelle sat there is disbelief as she watched her chest continue to rise and fall and then… it stopped rising and falling. It had been a few hours since she left her and Mirelle didn't know when she had first taken the pills. When she got that phone call she should've called the police or done something. Sobbing quietly, she brushed back her blonde hair and turned away again.

"You could've tried, damn it!" she screamed, shoving the lifeless body. It hit the ground and she collapsed, crying softly. "I'm sorry," she sobbed.

Mirelle hadn't loved the girl but she had grown attached to her. She thought she could help her and save her from herself. Staring at the lifeless body made her think otherwise, she hadn't been able to save Sara. Some people were simply lost causes. Coming across Sara that night was something she regretted. She should've just kept walking because then she wouldn't have gotten attached again.

Stumbling to her feet, she managed to find her phone and dialed 911. "I need am ambulance, please." she sobbed before hanging up the phone after giving her address.

They came in a matter of minutes and Mirelle explained everything to them the best she could. The police stared her down but there was a dead girl in her bathroom. One would always act suspicious. When they finally took the body out, Mirelle was told she would have to stay in a hotel for a short amount of time because of the required investigation.

The second she arrived in the hotel room, she curled up on the bed and started to cry loudly. She had tried so hard to save Sara and try to help the girl deal with her power. If only she had tried harder then it wouldn't have had to end like this. Mirelle couldn't believe she had been foolish enough to think she could help the girl. In a short amount of time she had gotten attached and though it wasn't the same as it had been with her sister, she still ended up alone in the end.

"Never again," she whispered to herself.

From now on, no one would get in.