Cuthrell handy, or by him seeming to disappear from the earth for a few days at a time. I was not at all concerned when he missed a couple of school days. I didn’t even mind when he never returned my calls. I wasn’t worried for him until I watched his aura fade out into a pool of blood. Now I look at myself in the mirror and stare at the aura around me. It is beautiful. There’s a new depth that wasn’t there before, and the colors are far brighter than they have ever been, but it does not seem to fit. I do not feel any of the beauty that clouds around me, and I would never guess that it was mine. I cannot help but wonder if he also could not feel the beauty that we all saw.
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