“Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the heart.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
“How does your sand thing work?” Voltaire asked after a few moments.
“Quinn uses nuclear fission to change into sand,” she said. “As sand she can control every particle of herself like a natural body. She supposes it is still her body. It is just that her elements have been transformed and rearranged to become sand. Somehow, she still thinks without having a brain. Some say her sand lets off an electric pulse.”
“Your body is perfection,” Voltaire said quietly.
“People die when Quinn changes. They still die, and it is her fault,” Quinn said as she stood up and walked across the cave. “You should go, Voltaire. You are not safe with Quinn.”
“I feel like I am,” Voltaire said, standing up and following Quinn’s voice until he found her. Voltaire wrapped his arms around her.
“No, Quinn doesn’t deserve anyone to like her!” She cried as she pushed Voltaire away.
“What about me?” Voltaire said, realizing that he needed to figure a way to connect with her compassion. “I deserve someone like me. Will you be my friend so I will not be alone like you are?”
“No one should be alone,” Quinn said miserably. “Quinn will be a friend.”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.