I had to make a choice, three words I held dear to myself were mirrored back to me. I wasn't sure about myself, about this so called gift I was given, I didn't know what it would make me do if I didn't learn to control it. I had to make the choice of staying and going with what I wanted, or, I could let my doubt take over and give it to the thought of possibly hurting someone else I love.

I ran my hand down his chest, undoing each button as my hand slid down. Once I was down, I looked into his eyes, he didn't stop me. I pulled off his shirt before rolling over on top of him and pushing my lips to his. He ran his hand down my body as I pulled the sheets over the both of us. I had made my choice, no matter what happened, no matter the pain had to go through, I would take it all just to keep him safe.

Time flew by like the wings of a bird. My eyes opened to a morning sun hitting the bottom of the bed and my head was resting against Damien's chest. I looked up at him, his eyes closed, I could heart his heart beat and feel each breath. The heat of what I could only see as what would now be my pain was gone, that was until it shot right to my side and up my shoulder. I closed my eyes and gripped my side, trying hard to not wake Damien. With a dash I ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.

What?

The small shallow cuts on my skin were healed, no sign of them or scaring could be seen. I pulled off patches of the bandages that were stained with dry blood. The holes in my body were becoming smaller as the shots of heat in my body became more drawn out. I ran my finger tips over the last few deep cuts, then over my arms, and last my shoulders. The memories of last night started to flood into my mind.

Mandii?

Damien.

My eyes shot off from the healing wounds and back up to the mirror. I ran back into the room where Damien laid. The sheets were still stained with blood and Damien was sitting up. I believed this could work, in fact, I know it will work.