And it was in the baker’s window, all made of bread, a little house and tree make of sugar. It was enlighten only by vacillating candles. As I blow in my hands to warm them up, I saw her. I turned around thinking that it was the reflection of someone else in the glass but the street behind me was deserted. And she was there, smiling at me. I saw her sit under the tree and play with the grass. I remember coming to see her and lie down with her so long ago as a wolf, during the day time and we would play together. The image of her was so vivid and intense that I came closer to the glass trying to get near her but the glass was still separating us. I wondered how something so thin and transparent, something so invisible and insignificant was possibly able to keep her away from me. That’s when Perenelle’s words took all their senses. I was not seeing her but her spirit, which was always with me just waiting for me to be ready to see her. Like tonight while hunting for the last time not sure about what the future in Praha might bring to me, and fighting against the cold, she was there to warm up my heart.
I heard the laugh of a little girl behind me and suddenly turned around. Her mother threw me a strange look before taking the child away telling her not to stare at strange people. I looked back at the pastry but Sorina was gone. Understanding one of the deepest meanings of my life had probably made me look strange but my heart was light as I continued to wander in the streets looking for my prey. I hadn’t see her face in my dreams forever and Nicolas thought that we should understand better the philosopher stone before using it again. No matter how deep the miss of her was tearing my heart apart I had no choice but to wait. But she had come for me like I was going to come for her.
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