Mick prepared to move on, but felt a wave of compassion for the young woman, barely more than a child, in front of him. He approached, softly, wanting to be near her for comfort even though his presence would not be noted.
But as he drew closer something unexpected happened. Julie looked up, and Mick felt a sensation akin to a shiver as she seemed to stare straight at him. She didn’t say anything to acknowledge him, but he saw, almost unbelievably, a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.
Overcome by gratitude that such a dark scene could brighten so unexpectedly, Mick reached out and was struck with joy when his touch landed lightly, but solidly on her shoulder. The girl closed her eyes at the contact. Rolling with the turn of events, Mick let all the pure, ecstatic energy he felt flow into the girl, willing her to be strong, to never let the horrible memory he had just witnessed diminish her in any way.
She rose, silently, and suddenly embraced him. The hug carrying with it a certain grace. She then slowly faded away, and he knew that he had helped her heal from a terrible black scar that had seared her existence since it happened.
Mick saw a doorway at the other side of the room and stepped through. He was still unsure how he should proceed, but moved now with the confidence that being here was a positive thing.
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