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the eye can see. Finally, I find what I am looking for. Although a little shrivelled, this little flower is the one rare spot of colour and beauty standing out against its dismal background.
    “Pass me your water bottle please.” Dutifully he passes it over, and I unscrew the top to get it ready. Already knowing the outcome of this little experiment, I want that water available to me straight away.
    “Don’t take your eyes off the flower.” He nods and looks to where the depleted lily is situated. Slowly raising my hand, I crouch and move it over the petals in deliberate circles.
    Tingles start travelling through my fingertips as they heat up. A slight glow illuminates around my hands, and that familiar blissful feeling flows through my veins. A smile creeps over my lips, and I am enraptured as the flower comes back to life before our eyes. With no more brown edges taking over the petals, they are now full of colour and perfect. This never gets old to me.
    Hearing a gasp beside me, I am helpless to pay it any attention yet. My lips tighten as they begin to crack, and dryness overtakes my throat. Unable to swallow, I cough weakly and lift the water up to my mouth, drinking it in greedy gulps.
    “Ally, what just happened? Are you okay? Did you do that?” He fires question after question, and I lift my hand up to halt him.
    I give another cough and attempt to speak, my voice coming out raspy. “I’m fine, just a bit dehydrated after healing that flower.”
    His eyes are wide, but I can tell it’s not from fear; there is a look of pure adoration in them. “Wow. How? Why?” He stumbles over his words.
    “I’m not sure how or why. I’ve just been able to do it ever since I was little. The first time we discovered it was when I was about five years old. A family friend fell off the swing at the park. It gave Mum and her friend the shock of their lives when, all of a sudden, it was me with the broken arm instead of him.”
    Shaking his head, he looks unbelieving even though he has seen it with his own eyes twice now. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me, every time you somehow magically heal someone, you get all their problems?”
    “Yes, I’ve never been able to find a way around that part of the gift.” It feels strange to be able to talk to someone other than Mum about this after all these years, but for some reason unbeknown to me, I trust him.
    “Why do you do it then? I mean if it keeps hurting you, doesn’t that hold you back?”
    “There’s a feeling I get inside that compels me to help. I don’t even think about how it will affect me. I think it’s just a part of having the ability.” Theo is quiet a minute as he scrutinizes the flower and sorts through his thoughts.
    After a minute, he plucks the flower and tucks it behind my ear. Picking up my hands in his own, he lightly massages them. He then lifts them up to his lips, placing a brief, soft kiss on both of them before letting me know what’s on his mind.
    His sweet words come out in hushed tones right beside my ear. “Not only are you caring, but you’re also selfless. Your love knows no bounds even to complete strangers. You are phenomenal, like a beautiful angel sent from above, to make this world a better place.” He pulls back to look at me before continuing, “But who looks out for you Ally? I didn’t like seeing you hurt yesterday.” His words completely endear me to him.
    My pulse is hammering away in my chest, and my sight locks on his lips, mesmerized by them. I can’t believe a boy just kissed me, even though it was just on my hands.
    He lifts one hand to brush the hair gently away from the stitches on my face. “I don’t want something like this to happen again. I won’t let something like this happen again.” He skims his lips across the spot just above the gash, and I melt into him.
    He doesn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around me, and I nuzzle in, breathing the clean scent of his shirt. “Thank you,” I whisper,