The start of my first and only I swear I can stare at her for hours, but just as equally, I could turn and walk away. I’m convinced, she’s my hero, each and every time I close my eyes, it’s impossible not to search for her. My hero persists because she filled this void left vacant centuries ago. Sure, she’s horrendously flawed, it’s worth noting, she has this soft glowing scent a memory trigger for sure. I know when she’s close or has passed through a room, that beautiful scent of hers has always tripped me up. I can’t quite explain how all her little triggers have imprinted on me, and here I stand next to my hero watching her flawed powers touch and take control.