:::This is NOT my story, but my friend's. She's the co-writer of my other story (The Scream of a Silent Soul) whose pen name is Hermione. Happily, with a long speech, I was able to convince her to let me put this up. But that's enough of me. Read her story and enjoy!!!:::

"Two Minds, One Freedom"

By Hermione

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He said he was going on a journey as well. And I fear I know what he means.

But why . . . ?

Oh yes, I know the logical reasons. So they wouldn't find "me" on earth when I belong up there.

But when I was finally beginning to see who he really was. To the world. To himself. But most of all to me.

Who was he to me? A friend or.something else?

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I lay there waiting for the right time.

Some how I knew that I would sense when the time came.

I slipped the medal around my neck. The silver medal. Me, always second best.

I reach up my hand to press the button to start the incinerator. Why did it have to be this moment? I wasn't sure even now as the fire poured onto me.

The flames licked my skin and my breath sped up. What did he mean to me? And what did I mean to him? Was I still simply a step on the ladder he was climbing toward his dreams?

The fire was making my skin bubble and ash was beginning to choke me. And yet some how, I felt no pain. I wished that my legs could feel the warmth of this tomb. It was comforting, even as it killed me.

My silver medal burnt into my chest. Second best to the man who was second best to me. He needed me to reach his dreams and I needed him to find my soul.

My journey is beginning now.

So my journey and his journey start at the same moment. That was why I could sense the right time.

I was escaping this world as he was escaping its gravity.

I am leaving now, I thought to the inferno.

I am going.

I'm free.