Arabella walked slowly down the hall, head down. Small patches of ice formed where she stepped and she paused to take a deep breath. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. She chanted like a mantra in her mind and slowly the ice patches faded away. She let out a breath of relief and continued walking. Why was I cursed with this? I can't touch anything without destroying it. Maybe mother was right, maybe I should never had been born. She thought to herself as tears trailed slowly down her cheeks.