“Hi, what’s your…” he trailed off, staring.
The girl smiled.
“I’m Moira.”
Zac noticed his brother staring and gave him a nudge. Taylor wrote something down hurriedly, still dumbfounded.
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Later that day, Taylor was waiting in the lobby of the hotel they were at.
“Taylor?” said a voice behind him.
Taylor turned and his eyes lit up.
“Moira!” he exclaimed happily.
The two wrapped their arms around each other in a hug.
“I lost your hair,” he said when, at last, they pulled apart.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “I knew that would happen.”
“You did? Then why did you tell me to look after it?”
“Because at the time, if you didn’t I would have faded into nothingness,” Moira looked a little embarrassed. “By giving you that I was giving you my life force. What life force a non-existent person can have, I suppose.”
“So, what happened?”
Moira was quiet for a moment, she looked down, then looked back up and into his bright blue eyes.
“I was given existence.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m a real person now, Taylor. I’m alive, flesh and blood.”
“You are? How?”
“It… it takes a few things. I had to know that I didn’t exist. I had to become my own person. I had to fulfil the purpose for which I had been created. I had to do” and Moira looked even more embarrassed, “a great, selfless deed. And… and I had to learn to love.”
Taylor stared, digesting this. Then a smiled crossed his face.
“I love you too,” he said.
Moira’s face lit up with her smile, and the two kissed. Taylor pulled away suddenly.
“C’mon, I don’t think anywhere public is a good place to be kissing.”
Moira giggled and agreed. They headed up to Taylor’s hotel room, which, as usual, he was sharing with Isaac and Zac.
“Hey Tay,” Isaac greeted. “Who’s your friend?”
“Isaac, Zac,” Taylor said happily. “I’d like to introduce you to Moira.”