Through a dirty glass window frame in need of paint, an amber woman sat in front of a computer typing away. You could hear giggling and wild laughter on most days. Every once in awhile tears would streak down her face.

Tears became flying fingers, as fast, as fast, could be. With a look of determination, her spine would straighten. Typing. Lost to the world. Her thoughts occupied on how best to convey her feelings to the one in need of help. Mumbling would commence if the amber woman was upset enough. Hope, love, not alone, could be heard if one listened close.

I was sent to protect her. Helping others was what she was born for. The woman saw patterns in the world many missed. She floated from place to place always weaving patterns together. It was her joy. It was her pain. I could not change her path. I could only offer her as much protection as she let me.

She has the skill to show people what is right in front of them. Taking care of others was second nature. Taking care of herself left a lot to be desired. If she only knew the pain this caused me...seeing her in this state.

Everything changed. The day etched in my wandering soul. She went outside to heal herself for a bit. Walking back into the cottage she spied the old mailbox out of the corner of her eye. What made her check the mail that day is still a mystery. Her mind, mostly in the clouds, didn't bother with trivial things.

I watched her from my station holding the top envelope in her quivering hands. Forgetting myself, I sailed up behind her to see what had upset her so. The gibberish the English language has become assaulted my eyes. I quickly looked away before I went blind. I saw a shiver go down her spine. Quickly floating away I kept her in my sights.

Straightening her spine, she slowly opened the letter. Pages. Pages upon pages assaulted her mind. The woman's amber glow started to dissipate the more she read until she had lost all of her beautiful amber glow. I knew to be ready for what was to come.

Yet...

Days went by.
Weeks went by.
A month went by.