200 - A God, Victorious

Lin

It's official: bin boy has left the building.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

Something about all this feels like freedom.

Well, it's great to know that I'm no longer being spied on by one of world's agents, so that's probably where the relief is.

From the sounds of it, everyone is on board with helping me, so I'll discuss a few things with my caseworker when I get the chance.

And, soon enough, I may even be able to move away.

Today has been spent mainly talking to my caseworker and other agencies about my support, which has been very productive.

My intuition feels that a certain organisation may very well help, but I'll have to read for it.

Either way, I'm excited to get out of here, and to finally heal.

Because all of this could put me on the path of feeling like a God again - and that is exactly what I need.

Ruminating on this, I sense a gentle tap on my shoulder. When I turn, I take in the brown haired, blue eyed girl before me.

Helô, Olwen.

She smiles.

It's wonderful to see you, Lin.

She takes a seat next to me, handing me a box of what looks like takeout. As I open it, the familiar smell of buckwheat fills my nostrils.

Thought you might want a taste of home today, especially as it's your fake birthday.

My eyes fill with tears. She's given me a La Bretonne galette with egg and extra andouille. Quietly, I bring Olwen into a warm embrace.

Diolch, trugarez.

She nods, patting my head.

Wrth gwrs.

For a while, we sit like that, snuggled against each other. Then, I pipe up with a question I've been meaning to ask her for a while.

What brings you here?

She smiles placidly.

Myself and Cwlwch want to help you get connections in Cymru - which was why I wanted to speak to your mother initially. But your bonding was more important.

We'd like to help, Lin. In any way that we can.

My heart swells yet again, and my eyes water. She hands me the tissue box in anticipation of more tears, and I respond to the best of my ability.

If you can get me the appropriate support in North Wales, I would really appreciate it.

She nods.

I can pass that on. Would you like anything else?

For now? Not to be alone. To have healthy connections wherever I go.

We're on it.

She reaches out to hug me, and I accept, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling my nostrils as I rest on her shoulder.

You're our family. Don't you ever forget it.

I nod, realising that a load of jasmine is blooming all over both of us. Olwen laughs.

It looks like your powers are increasing.

Jasmine blossoms out of my hands, unstoppable, yet ephemeral.

Olwen, I don't know how to make it stop.

We both giggle, and she sighs good naturedly.

Take in a few deep breaths, imagine the roots coming out, then tell it "no more".

So I do. And surely enough, the roots emerge, marking the end of the plant. As I say "no more", I feel the jasmine in my hands turn back into energy, moving faster than ever.

Looks like we're going to have a few potted plants, eh?

She grins, helping me gather up the enormous jasmine plant I just created.

Ie. We'll pot this one, then maybe watch something?

Sounds fabulous.