and yet how could she breathe with no lungs, or love with no heart? her chest swelled and strained with emptiness, her hollow bones allowing her to finally float; to finally drift. drift away in her desperate and undeniable melancholy.
She must have been bored today. Normally she only does this in private. I seem to be the only one who knows about her powers. Then again I know everything there is to know about her... (Jack watching Jenny practice her power by the fountain)