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Warren sat against the building, his back pressed against the cold wall. He'd come out to the courtyard for some sort of inspiration but he had to sit down or risk collapsing. His breathing was ragged and sort of wheezing, he hoped he wasn't developing a cold of some sort. He was dizzy, tired, and felt the beginnings of a headache. This was a normal for Warren, ever since he was little, all caused by one thing. He lifted one hand up to inspect it, small clear crystals sprouted from under his nails, and red ones crowded around the small pricks from the sewing needle. These things would be produced without him even knowing and all it did was drain his energy, leave a trail to him, and hurt. He pulled the shards from under his nails, it felt like little stabs, but he was used to it. The red ones were worse, they couldn't just be plucked off and hurt like a burn, but he couldn't exactly use his hands with them around.

He didn't hate this power, nor did he hate the pain it caused him. It was normal to him, people don't hate breathing and the crystals came as easy as breathing did. He thought they were pretty, either way, he could stare at them for hours if he had the time. They reflected light like a rainbow, the colours never failed to hold his attention like a child. He guessed the fact that he left a sort of trail of where he'd been and where he was was sort of inconvenient, but that's why he was here. He needed to gain more control, maybe then he wouldn't look like he belonged in a hospital all the time. How nice it would be to have a day where no one asked if he was okay or seemed cautious of his wellbeing. He'd like very much to have energy, to be able to do simple stuff without getting out of breath.

He sighed, lifting the camera up to his eyes and looking at the courtyard through the lens. There was a click and a picture was produced from the little machine. Warren simply took the picture, laying it on the ground next to him and snapping more pictures. He liked being this calm, it was easier to not create the crystals, any strong emotion caused them to appear, their colour usually reflects that emotion. He could never have a crush or keep a secret without everyone knowing because of the coloured shards that 'grew' from his fingers and occasionally other parts of his body.