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be beckoning me to close the gap between us. This time, I was taking the initiative. Yet, she didn’t feel the same.
    Still confused, I decided to be bold and hold my arms out, welcoming her into my warm embrace. Her tense body relaxed slightly and her foot took one tiny step in my direction. Her eyes met mine and her smile broadened, effectively dissolving my cold and distant heart. My entire body shook with anticipation and need as she took another step right into my arms.
    Sighing with the wait of six years melting over me, I closed my arms gently around her, savoring every moment I would have with her body pressed against mine.
    At the moment I anticipated my arms would meet her body, I felt nothing but air—a vacant space where she should have been. The parkas were thick, but I knew I should still have felt her pressed against me. I opened my eyes to see a million tiny sparks, like a puff of shimmering glitter, burst within my grasp, leaving nothing but a purple vapor in her wake.
    She was gone. Just a mist of sparkling fairy dust remained and floated delicately to the snow-covered surface of the mountain. For several long moments, I just stared in shock as the tiny sparks sizzled and disappeared against the bitter cold of cotton-white fluff.
    I dropped to my knees in the snow and couldn’t help my sobbing screams as I pleaded for her to return to me. I held my hands out in astonishment as I wondered how the hell I managed to let her slip away. She was right there! I knew she was right there with me! I could smell her scent. I could feel her warm breath against my face. I could see the steam rise from her mouth when she breathed my name.
    “No!” I yelled as I pressed my palms to my face, burying my screams and muffling my repetitive cries of denial. She left me. Again. I should have gotten used to it by now. But, it seemed that every time she left me, the pain was worse than before.
    I couldn’t breathe. Something was smothering me, but it wasn’t my hands. Some sort of fluff filled my mouth, causing me to gag as I breathed it into my chest. I began to cough. Then coughed some more. Fluffy white material spat out of my mouth as I hacked up whatever was suffocating me.
     
    Abruptly, I awoke, startled, and realizing I had ripped my pillow to shreds. Moisture covered my face, causing some of the down from the pillow to stick to my cheeks.
    This time, instead of wiping away the evidence of my sorrow, I became angry. Sitting up in bed, I ran my fingers through my hair and harshly pulled at the strands to prove to myself I was actually awake. I growled, actually growled, in some sort of feeble attempt to gain control of myself.
    With anger filling my veins, I threw the shredded pillow across the room and quickly swept all the extra feathers off my bed before burying myself beneath my covers. Assuming I was actually a grown man, I was determined not to sob like a little baby.
    I was so close. She knew my name. I was almost able to touch her. I could have touched her! Then she vanished into thin air as quickly as she appeared. Gone. Leaving me stranded on top of Mauna Kea—the most romantic place to gaze at the stars.
    Part of me wanted to hurry up and fall back asleep, just for the chance to see her once more, promising myself I wouldn’t try to touch her again and knowing I would surely fail. Another part of me wanted to never sleep again for fear that she would continue to leave me… alone, cold, and in emotional turmoil.
    I didn’t move. For hours, I lay there beneath my covers wondering how I was going to go through life with this ache that filled my heart every time I lost her.

Chapter Six
    I couldn’t force myself to get out of bed the next morning—nor did I even want to try. I had no classes today. The kiln was definitely cool by now but my shipment of amethyst gems wouldn’t arrive until sometime midday. Jay was scheduled to unlock and monitor the studio. So, there was no point in attempting real life