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| Soul Seekers by Tracy Duran |
She was sitting in a dark room with a few candles lit so that she could imagine. Not sure why he never showed up and she couldn’t understand why he went away for so long. Then the sing-songy whistle comes about in the air again. Then she hears the singing that always follows. It's always the same song when she thinks of him.
♫I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change...♫
The drone of the notes helps her meditate to where she sees his face. Just his face in the candlelight. She listens for the song again. The song faded away. It feels like it has been 10 maybe 15 minutes, then she hears it again very softly.
♫The future's in the air
Can feel it everywhere
I'm blowing with the wind of change...♫
She can now see him, sitting on the floor just several feet in front of her with the candles around him. He has his eyes closed tightly and he is calling for her.
“Lizzie, can you hear me?” he says in a hushed, nervous tone.
She tries to speak but she feels choked up. She can’t believe that she is hearing his voice. The music fades along with his image.
It feels like an hour has passed. She's concentrating so intently to have him come back. She thinks of him constantly to try to get her into his mind. Suddenly the whistling starts again. She feels very cold yet electric at the same time. She feels like she has more energy to talk. She's not as nervous as she was before.
