"If a mortal can see you, it means their time is running very short."

Those words repeat in the back of my mind like a broken record. A sick, cruel way of reminding myself how little time I may have to save my Flower.

 I have spent countless hours of the past few days admiring her, gazing upon her life. The only times I look away are when she is exposed; that is not my taste. I do not take pleasure in peeking upon my Flower in such a sleezy way. Not that I haven't been intrigued, but I would feel disgusted with myself.

Most of the time I watch her sleep... she is radiant when she sleeps. She hasn't been eating much while being in the hospital; she's gone thin. I overheard her nurses talking about discharging her in a few days, which I was overjoyed about.  But I wish there was more I could do for her than just watch her from this realm.

My spine stiffens when I feel her... her presence here, in my area? I rush over to the mirror, only to find her... she's crying, no, weeping into the mirror, praying...

"If there really is a God, or spiritual entity out there, please hear me. The world has not been fair to me... for once, I wish to have a normal life. Please give me that. If I am to die, give me someone to love for the rest of my days before I go..." Her voice trembling, breaking. 

I touch the glass and whisper her name.  My eyes stared right into hers. I watch as her eyes widen, stepping away from the mirror, she shudders. I watch her image disappear. 

"She asked for someone to love..." I say softly. Quickly, I search through the mirror for Tish's doctor, wondering what has happened. Seeing him holding her file, I peek into his mind. 

My heart aches, and I clench my chest tightly. She was right... the world hasn't been fair to her.

Gritting my teeth, I summon my Sycth, ripping a portal to the mortal world I leave this damned place behind. I will save her...