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I flew above the clouds and looked down at the sparkling lights of the city. I sighed softly, the sight was soothing. The winds brushed through my hair, kissing my face. I looked down, scanning through different parts of the town. I looked down at the park. Trisha was walking through the trail, hugging herself. I flew down closer to look at her. I landed in the park and hid behind a tree. Her face glowed softly in the moonlight. Right beyond me, I saw her; all of my dreams. I looked closer and saw that she was crying. Suddenly, I had an idea. 

Tears running down her face, Trisha gently kicked the ground, thinking about everything that had happened so far. She exhaled sharply, "Why does life have to be so confusing?" she asked herself. She knew she loved both Andrew and Kyle. She couldn't just leave Andrew for Kyle, she couldn't hurt him like that. Andrew didn't do anything wrong. Trisha had been heartbroken so much that she didn't want to hurt anybody else. Suddenly, she heard splashing in the nearby lake. She jumped up to her feet, "Hello?" she called out. "Trisha?" I called back. "Kyle?" Trisha asked, somewhat surprised. "Yeah, I'm at the lake shore," I called back. A few minutes later, she came around the corner up to where I was. "Hey," She said, trying to smile. The tearlines on her cheek sparkled brightly under the moon. "Have you been crying?" I asked, concerned. Trisha sighed and looked into the distance. "A little," she whispered. I scooted closer to her, "What's wrong?" I asked. She bit her lip and looked away from me. I put my hand on her shoulder, I could feel the muscles in her tremble with anxiety as I touched her. "Trisha," I said, "I'm your friend, and I always want to help you." At that moment, I felt like closing my eyes and changing all this to what I wanted. But then I stopped myself. I couldn't just use this gift to completely rewrite life to what I want. "Things are just so confusing," she whispered, "I just wish I could fly away." I looked into her eyes, "What's wrong?" I asked. "Kyle," she said softly, uncertainly almost. "Am I a bad person if I leave Andy for someone else?" she asked. I thought for a minute. "Well, it depends. Are you going to just dump him for some other guy that you think is hot?" She shook her head, "No, no, that's not it at all," she said, "It's just....I think I might be falling for somebody else." She looked deeper at me, I got the message that she was saying 'you'. "Maybe you should go and talk to Andy," I said, "Clear this whole mess up with him." Trisha smiled, "You're right," she said, "Thanks so much!" she gave me a gentle hug, and got up. "Hang on, wait up!" I called, jogging after her. "I need to walk home, too. It's probably best if neither of us go alone." She smiled and walked with me. 

We came up to Andrew's house. We stood in front of the front porch and were quiet for a while. "I'll be near here if you need anything," I said. Trisha smiled and nodded, "OK," she replied. With that, she turned around and walked inside. The room was dark. She turned on the lights in the living room and gasped. "Andrew!" she said, shocked. Andrew was on the couch, with his shirt off, another girl beneath him, half undressed. "Trisha, wait," Andrew called, getting up to chase after her. Trisha slammed the door shut, and ran away. I came up to her, "Trisha, what's wrong?" I asked her. Trisha was sobbing uncontrollably, "He...he...he...he's with someone else," she cried, "I can't believe he would do this." Right then, Andrew walked out the door. "You!" he roared, pointing a finger at me. I pushed Trisha to the side and walked up to him. "What are you gonna do, Andrew?" I asked. "Come on, take a swing at me." Andrew smirked, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. "You're dead now, motherfucker," he growled. "You hurt Trisha," I hissed. "It's just the circle of life," Andrew growled back. With that, he thrust the knife into my chest. I grabbed his wrist, spun him over my shoulder, and slammed him to the ground. Andrew howled in pain. Screaming, he got up and chased after me. I moved to the shadows, so Trisha couldn't see us. He slashed his knife at my throat, and right then, I changed. His knife went through me, a ghastly green specter. My face was that of a rotten carcass, my nails turned to claws. Andrew stared at me, petrified. He dropped his knife to the ground. I changed back. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him to the ground. I kicked his face, knocking him out, and with that I went back to Trisha. "What happened?" she begged. "Nothing," I said, "I just won." Her eyes grew wide, "You beat him up?" she gasped. "No, I just defended myself.....and you." She looked confused at me, "How me?" she asked. "He hurt you. I couldn't let him get away with that." She smiled, and we turned to walk home.