The Figure couldn't help but remember. Remember the good times they had, remember what had never happened, what would have happened if their time had not been cut short. 

Every waking moment was spent remembering. Every memory brought the pain of loss, and yet she could not stop. I must have you back, she thought. 

She took a deep breath and recited her mantra  Composed, collected, powerful 

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With that word the power awakened. If it was a color it would be black, like an ink stain, and if it had a smell it would smell like gasoline and smoke. Perhaps it may have fought a weaker person, but for her it was calm. She had conquered this power long ago. It swirled from its resting place and into her grasp, ready for use. 

The Figure closed her eyes and brought the power to the forefront of her mind. The memories and the power fought for dominance at first, but soon grew closer, fusing together. The space around her melted away, or maybe it was her who melted away, not that she took any notice. The combination of the memories and the power made an unstoppable force. All she had to do was direct it. And direct it she did. Soon one particular image was the brightest.

 It was an image of a wedding. The wedding that had never happened. She let the power mingle with the image, but…  something felt different this time. Her consciousness briefly touched on the sensation, but soon left, carried away on the memory that never happened.